ACT I
(Pathetically) Won’t he know me . . . when he sees me, Frank?
Frank : I greatly fear, Kitty, that he won’t. We must face it.
Kitty (muttering) : That woman! That woman!
Frank : You say . . . she’s here, now?
Kitty : Good God, yes. I’d forgotten.
[Jenny turns.
Frank : How did she come here?
Kitty : She lives near by . . . in some hovel in Wealdstone. She came with this story. I didn’t believe her. I couldn’t. I thought it was an invention.
Frank : What . . . what is she like?
Kitty : A drab!
Frank : A what?
Jenny : Not in the Shakespearean sense, Frank.
Kitty : A dowdy slut of a woman . . . common . . . shabby.
Frank : You amaze me! Chris gave me to understand that she was—well, very much the reverse of unattractive.
Jenny (a trifle bitterly) : Fifteen years, Frank. Haven’t we all changed?
[There comes a tap on the door.
Kitty : Who is it? (The tap ts repeated.) Come in.
[The door opens and Margaret steals tn timidly.
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