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ACT TWO
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CENE I

SCENE: The same.

Time: Midsummerlate afternoon.

At Rise: KENNETH is at a bridge table working out a chess problem. He hears voices and footsteps approaching. Gets up, unhurried, and looks off into garden. Sees BORIS and LEONIE approaching. As they come in he strolls offthey do not see him. LEONIE'S arms are full of flowers. She is looking for KENNETH. COUNT MIRSKY follows her in.

COUNT MIRSKY, a Russian, is very good-looking, mongoloid about the eyes. His English is beautiful, with a slight and attractive accent. He is tense, jitterya mass of jangled nerveshis fingers tremble as he lights one cigarette after another. He is very palehis pallor accentuated by a dark scarf he wears around his neck.

BORIS[Stopping center.] It appears he is not here either.

LEONIEHe? Who? [Crossing to table behind sofa to put some flowers in vase.]

BORISWhen you're in the garden with me you thinkperhaps he is in the house. When you are in the house you think perhaps he is in the garden.

LEONIEBoris, darling, you have the odd habit of referring to mysterious characters without giving me any hint who they are. Is that Russian symbolism? There will be a long silence; then you will say: He would not approve, or they can't hear us. It's a bit mystifying.

BORIS[Crossing to stand near her.] You know who I mean.

LEONIE[Going to table right to put flowers in vase.] Really, you flatter me. I'm not a mystic, you know, Boris. I'm a simple extrovert. When you say "he," why can't it refer to someone definiteand if possible to someone I know.

BORIS[Crossing to back of table, facing her across it.] You know him, all right.

LEONIEThere you go again! Really, Boris!

BORIS[Moving closer to her around table.] You've been divorced now for several weeks. You're free. We were only waiting for you to be free

LEONIE[Moving away, sitting in chair, right.] Now that I am free you want to coerce me. It's a bit unreasonable, don't you think? [BORIS walks to end of window-seat and sits. Enter KENNETH, door back.]

KENNETH[Strolling across stage toward LEONIE.] Hello, Leonie. Count Mirsky

LEONIEKennethI haven't seen you all day.

KENNETHI've been in my room slaving away at a scientific paper.

LEONIEMy house hums with creative activity. I love it. It gives me a sense of vicarious importance. What's your paper on?

KENNETHShadow-neurosis.

LEONIEShadow-neurosis. How marvelous! What does it mean?

KENNETH[Looking at BORIS.] It is a sensation of non-existence.

LEONIEIs it common?

KENNETHQuite. The victim knows that he exists and yet he feels that he does not!

LEONIEIn a curious way I can imagine a sensation like thatdo you know I actually can. Isn't it amusing?

BORISThe doctor is so eloquent. Once he describes a sensation it becomes very easy to feel it.

LEONIEThat's an entrancing gift. Why are you so antagonistic to Kenneth? He wants to help you but you won't let him. I asked him here to help you.

KENNETH[To BORIS.] Your skepticism about this particular disease is interesting, Count Mirsky, because, as it happens, you suffer from it.

BORIS[Bearing down on KENNETH.] Has it ever occurred to you that you are a wasted novelist?

KENNETHThough I have not mentioned you in my article I have described you.

LEONIE[Rising and crossing left to table behind sofa.] You should be flattered, Boris.

BORISI am!

LEONIEAnother case history! I've been reading some of Kenneth's scientific text-books. Most fascinating form of biography. Who was that wonderful fellow who did such odd thingsMr. X.? You'd never think you could get so interested in anonymous people. I'd have given anything to meet Mr. X.though I must say I'd feel a bit nervous about having him in the house.

KENNETHHow is your book getting along, Count Mirsky?

BORISVery well. Ohso

KENNETHFar along in it?

BORISQuite.

LEONIEI'm crazy to see it. He's dedicating it to me but he hasn't let me see a word of it!

KENNETHFor a very good reason.

LEONIEWhat do you mean?

KENNETHBecause there is no book. There never has been a book.

LEONIE[She lets flowers drop.] Kenneth!

KENNETHIsn't that true, Count Mirsky?

BORISIt is not!

KENNETHThen why don't you let us see a bit of it?

LEONIEOh, do! At least the dedication page.

KENNETHA chapter

BORISBecause it isn't finished yet.

LEONIEWell, it doesn't have to be finished. We know the end, don't we? The end belongs to the world.

KENNETHLet us see it, Count.

BORISI can't.

KENNETHWhat are you calling the book?

BORISI haven't decided yet.

KENNETHMay I suggest a title to you?

LEONIEOh, do! What shall we call it, Kenneth?

KENNETH"The Memoirs of a Boy Who Wanted to Murder His Father."

LEONIEWhat!

BORIS[Gripping arms of chair.] I am not a hysterical woman, Doctorand I'm not your patient!

LEONIEBut KennethBoris worshipped his father.

KENNETHNo, he hated him. He hated him when he was alive and he hates him still. He grew up under the overwhelming shadow of this world-genius whom, in spite of an immense desire to emulate and even to surpasshe felt he could never emulate and never surpassnor even equalDid you worship your father, Count Mirsky?

BORISIt's true! I hated him!

LEONIEBoris!

BORISI hated him!

KENNETHNow you can let us see the book, can't younow that we know the point of viewjust a bit of it?

LEONIEI'm more crazy than ever to see it now. I can tell you a little secret now, Boris. I was afraidI was rather afraidthat your book would be a little like one of those statues of an ancestor in a frock-coat. Now it sounds really exciting. You hated him. But how perfectly marvelous! I can't wait to see it now. Do run up to your study and bring it down, Borisdo!

BORISNo.

LEONIEThat's very unpleasant of you.

BORISYou might as well know it then. There isn't any book. There never will be. Not by me.

LEONIEBut I don't understandevery dayin your room workingall these months!

BORIS[Facing her.] One wants privacy! Possibly you can't realize that. You who always have to have a house full of people.

LEONIE[Goes back to flowers at table.] Boris!

KENNETH[Rising.] Why don't you write the book anyway, Count Mirsky? There is a vogue these days for vituperative biography.

BORISI am not interested in the vogue.

KENNETHWe are quite used nowadays to children who dislike their fathers. The public

BORISTo titillate the public would not compensate me for forcing myself to recall the atmosphere of saintly sadism in which my childhood was spentI can still smell that living room, I can still smell those stinking, sexless pilgrims who used to come from all over the world to get my saintly father's blessing. I used to sit with my mother in a room no bigger than a closet to get away from the odor of that nauseating humanitarianism. There was no privacy in the Villa Mirskovitch. Oh, noit was a Meccado you understanda Mecca!

KENNETHYes, I think I understand.

BORISWell, I have been paying the haloed one back. I have been getting privacy at his expense at last.

LEONIEWhy have you never told me before that you felt this way about your father?

BORISI never said anything about him. It was you who did the talking. You always raved about the great man with that characteristic American enthusiasm for what you don't know.

LEONIENevertheless, the world recognizes your father as a great man. The books are there to prove it. There they are. You can't write books like that without greatnessno matter what you say. You are a petulant child. Your father was a great man.

BORISIt makes no difference how great he wasthose pilgrims stank! [LEONIE turns away.]

KENNETHI suggest that to write that book, even if no one ever sees the manuscript but you, might amuse youa kind of revenge which, when you were a boy, you were in no position to take.

BORISAre you trying to cure me, Doctor? Please don't trouble. I don't need your particular species of professionalism. I do not need any help from you. [He goes to door back, turns to LEONIE. LEONIE looks bewilderedly at KENNETH. BORIS goes out.]

LEONIEHow did you know? You're uncanny!

KENNETHAll in the day's work.

LEONIEWhy is it I always get myself involved with men weaker than myself? I certainly am no tower of strength.

KENNETHPossibly notbut you are generous and impulsive. You have a tendency to accept people at the best of their own valuation.

LEONIEI want to help them. I do help them. After they get used to my help, after they get to count on my help, I get impatient with them. Why, I ask myself, can't people help themselves?

KENNETHAnd very natural.

LEONIEI seem to attract people like that!

KENNETHLeonieyou are the last woman on earth Count Mirsky should marry. He would only transfer his hatred of his father to you.

LEONIEI don't think I understand you, Kennethreally I don'tand I do so want to understand things.

KENNETHWellyour charm, your gaiety, your position, your wealth, your beautythese would oppress him. Again, he cannot be himself.Or, if he is himself, it is to reveal his nonentity, his inferiorityagain the secondary roleLeonie Frothingham's husbandthe son of Count Mirskythe husband of Leonie Frothingham. Again the shadowagain, eternally and alwaysnonexistence. Poor fellow. [Pause.]

LEONIEI'm so grateful to you, Kenneth.

KENNETHNonsense. You mustn't be grateful to me because Iexercise my profession.

LEONIEI want to express my gratitudein some tangible form. I've been thinking of nothing else lately. I can't sleep for thinking of it.

KENNETHWell, if it gives you insomnia, you'd better tell me about it.

LEONIEI want to make it possible for you to realize your ambition.

KENNETHAmbition? What ambition?

LEONIEAh! You've forgotten, haven't you? But you let it slip out one dayyou pump me professionallybut I do the same to younon-professionally.

KENNETHYou terrify me!

LEONIEThat night last winter when we went to dinner in that little restaurant where you go with your doctor friends . . . you told me your dream.

KENNETHMy censor must have been napping.

LEONIEHe was. Or she was. What sex is your censor?

KENNETHThat's none of your business.

LEONIEI'm sorry.

KENNETHWhich of my dreams was I so reckless as to reveal to you?

LEONIETo have a sanatorium of your own one dayso you can carry out your own ideas of curing patients.

KENNETHOh, that! Out of the question.

LEONIEWhy?

KENNETHTo do it on the scale I visualize, would cost more than I'm ever likely to save out of my practice.

LEONIEI'll give you the sanatorium. I've never given anyone anything like that before. What fun!

KENNETHWill I find it all wrapped up in silver foil on Christmas morning?

LEONIEYes. You will! You will! We'll have a suite in it for Mr. X.for all your anonymous friendswe'll entertain the whole alphabet!

KENNETHYou see, Leonie!

LEONIEWhat do you mean? I thought you'd be

KENNETHOf course, it's terribly generous of you. I'm deeply touched. But . . .

LEONIEBut . . . ?

KENNETHI'm a stranger to you.

LEONIEKenneth!

KENNETHOutside of my professional relationsuch as I have with scores of patientslittle more than that.

LEONIEI thought

KENNETHAnd yet you are willing to back me in a venture that would cost a sizeable fortunejust on that. Leonie! Leonie!

LEONIEIt would be the best investment I've ever made. Paula's always telling me I have no social consciousness. Well, this would be.It would keep me from feeling so useless. I do feel useless, Kenneth. Please!

KENNETHI'm sorry. I couldn't hear of it. Of course, it's out of the question.

LEONIEIt isn't. I can afford it. Why shouldn't I? It would be helping so many peopleyou have no right to refuse. It's selfish of you to refuse.

KENNETHI distrust impulsive altruism. You will forgive me, Leonie, but it may often do harm.

LEONIEHow do you mean, Kenneth?

KENNETHI gather you are about to endow a radical magazine for the boys

LEONIEWill and Dennis! I thought it would be nice to give them something to do!

KENNETHYes. You are prepared to back them in a publication which, if it attained any influence, would undermine the system which makes you and people like you possible.

LEONIEBut it never occurred to me anyone would read it.

KENNETHThere is a deplorably high literacy in this country. Unfortunately it is much easier to learn to read than it is to learn to think.

LEONIEWell, if you don't think it's a good idea, Kenneth, I won't do it. But this sanatorium is different.

KENNETHWhy?

LEONIEBecause, if you must know it, it would be helping youand that means everything in the world to me. There, I've said it. It's true! Kennethare you terrified?

KENNETHYou adorable child!

LEONIEIt's extraordinary, Kennethbut you are the first strong man who's ever come into my life[Enter PAULA, DENNIS, WILL, door back.] Oh, I'm very glad to see you! Will! Hullo, Dennis. You all know Dr. Rice. Mr. Dexter, Mr. McCarthy. Sit down, everybody. Well, children, how is New York? [DENNIS crosses down front of them to chair left by sofa and sits.]

WILLStifling, thank you.

LEONIEAny luck yet?

WILLI am available, but New York is dead to its chief opportunity.

LEONIEThen you can stay here for a bit. You can both stay here.

DENNISThat was all right when we were in college, Mrs. Frothingham. Can't do it now.

LEONIEOh, you're working. I'm so glad!

DENNISI beg your pardon. Did you say working?

LEONIEWell, then! I don't see why you can't stay here and take a holiday.

WILLFrom what?

LEONIESince none of you are doing anything in town, you might as well stay here and do nothing and be comfortable.

DENNISYes, but it's an ethical question. When we're in New York doing nothing, we belong to the most respectable vested group going! The unemployed. As such we have a status, position, authority. But if we stay here doing nothingwhat are we? Low-down parasites.

KENNETHNo jobs about anywhere, eh?

WILLExtinct commodity.

DENNISI did pretty well last week.

LEONIEReally?

DENNISI was rejected by seven newspapersincluding the Bronx Home News and the Yonkers Heraldsix magazines and trade papersa total of twenty-eight rejections in all, representing a net gain over the previous week of seven solid rejections. I submit to you, gentlemen, that's progresspass the cigars, Will.

LEONIECouldn't you stay here and be rejected by mail?

DENNISDoesn't give you that same feeling somehowthat good, rich, dark-brown sensation of not being wanted!

LEONIEYou know, Kenneth, in a curious way, Dennis reminds me a bit of Mr. X.

DENNISAnd who's X.?

LEONIEA sporting acquaintance.

DENNISThere's one thing I'd like to ask Dr. Rice. . . . Do you mind?

KENNETHAt your service.

DENNIS[Turning chair and facing KENNETH upstage.] In the psychoanalytic hierarchy Freud is the god, isn't he?

KENNETHOf one sect, yes.

DENNISWell, the original sect

KENNETHYes. . . .

DENNISNow, every psychoanalyst has to have himself analyzed. That's true, isn't it, Doctor?

KENNETHGenerally speakingyes.

DENNISAs I understand it, the highest prices go to those nearest the Master himself.

KENNETHThis boy is irreverent . . .

DENNISI know whereof I speak. I prepared an article on the subject for Fortune.

WILLRejection number three hundred.

DENNISI am afraid, Will, that you are a success worshipper!

LEONIEDennis is an enfant terrible, and he exhausts himself keeping it up!

DENNISI have examined the racket with a microscopic patience and this I find to be true: at the top of the hierarchy is the Great Pan Sexualist of Vienna. To be an orthodox and accepted Freudian, you must have been analyzed by another of the same. Now, what I am burning to know is this: Who analyzed Sig Freud himself? Whom does he tell his repressions to? Why, the poor guy must be as lonely as hell!

LEONIEWhat would you do with him, Kenneth? He has no repressions whatever!

KENNETHHe needs some badly.

LEONIEI wonder what Dennis would confess to his psychoanalyst that he isn't always shouting to the world?

DENNISI'd make the psychoanalyst talk. [To KENNETH. Beckoning.] Tell me, Doctor, what did you dream last night?

KENNETH[Behind his cupped hand.] Not in public.

DENNIS[Rises and crosses straight right.] You seehe's repressed! I tell you these psychoanalysts are repressed. They've got nobody to talk to! I'm going swimming. It's pathetic! [He goes out.]

LEONIEI'm going too. He makes me laugh. How about you, Kenneth?

KENNETHOh, I'll watch.

LEONIE[To others.] Come along with us. There's plenty of time for a swim before dinner. [KENNETH starts out with LEONIEstops on the way.]

KENNETHI suppose you and your Irish friend edited the comic paper at college?

WILLNo, we edited the serious paper.

KENNETHJust the same it must have been very funny. [He goes out after LEONIE.]

WILLDon't think that feller likes me much.

PAULAYou're psychic.

WILLWell, for the matter of that I'm not crazy about him either.

PAULADon't bother about him. Concentrate on me!

WILLHow are you, darling?

PAULAMissed you.

WILL[Pulls her to sofa and sits with her. PAULA left end sofa.] And I you. Pretty lousy in town without you.

PAULAOh, poor darling!

WILLAlthough my star is rising. I did some book-reviews for the New York Times and the New Masses.

PAULAWhat a gamut!

WILLI made, in fact, a total of eleven dollars. The student most likely to succeed in the first four months since graduation has made eleven dollars.

PAULAWonderful!

WILLMy classmates were certainly clairvoyant. As a matter of fact, I shouldn't have told you. Now I'll be tortured thinking you're after me for my money.

PAULAYou'll never know!

WILL[Putting arm around her shoulders and drawing her to him.] What've you been doing?

PAULALying in the sun mostly.

WILLPoor little Ritz girl.

PAULAWondering what you do every night.

WILLForty-second Street Library mostly. Great fun! Voluptuary atmosphere!

PAULAIs your life altogether so austere?

WILLWell, frankly, no. Not altogether.

PAULACad!

WILLWhat do you expect?

PAULALoyalty.

WILLI am loyal. But you go around all day job-hunting. You find you're not wanted. It's reassuring after that to find a shoulder to lean on, sort of haven where you are wanted. Even the public library closes at ten. You have to go somewhere. If I'm ever Mayor of New York, I'll have the public libraries kept open all night . . . the flop-houses of the intellectuals!

PAULAIs it anyone special . . . ?

WILLJust a generalized shoulder.

PAULAWell, you're going to have a special one from now onmine! You know, the way you're avoiding the issue is all nonsense.

WILLYou mean my gallant fight against you?

PAULAI've decided that you are conventional and bourgeois. You're money-ridden.

WILLEleven dollars. They say a big income makes you conservative.

PAULAI don't mean your money. I meanmy money. It's childish to let an artificial barrier like that stand between us. It's also childish to ignore it.

WILL[Rising.] I don't ignore it. That's what worries me. I count on it. Already I find myself counting on it. I can't help it. Sitting and waiting in an office for some bigwig who won't see me or for some underling who won't see me I think: "Why the Hell should I wait all day for this stuffed shirt?" I don't wait. Is it because of you I feel in a special category? Do I count on your money? Is that why I don't wait as long as the other fellow? There's one consolation: the other fellow doesn't get the job either. But the point is disquieting!

PAULAWhat a Puritan you are!

WILL[Sitting beside her again.] Will I become an appendage to youlike your mother's men?

PAULAYou're bound tomoney or no money.

WILL[Taking her into his arms.] I suppose I might as well go on the larger dole

PAULAWhat?

WILLOnce you are paid merely for existingyou are on the dole. I rather hoped, you know

PAULAWhat?

WILLIt's extraordinary the difference in one's thinking when you're in college and when you're out

PAULAHow do you mean?

WILLWell, when I was in college, my interest in the"movement"was really impersonal. I imagined myself giving my energies to the poor and the downtrodden in my spare time. I didn't really believe I'd be one of the poor and downtrodden myself. In my heart of hearts I was sure I'd break through the iron law of Dennis's statistics and land a job somewhere. But I can'tand it's given a tremendous jolt to my self-esteem.

PAULABut you'll come through. I'm sure of it. I wish you could learn to look at my money as a means rather than an end.

WILLI'd rather use my own.

PAULAYou're proud.

WILLI am.

PAULAIt's humiliating but I'm afraid I've got to ask you to marry me, Will.

WILLIt's humiliating but considering my feelings I see no way out of accepting you.

PAULAYou submit?

WILL[Kisses her hand.] I submit.

PAULAAfter a hard campaignvictory!

WILLYou are a darling.

PAULA[Getting up and crossing to center.] I can't tell you what a relief it'll be to get away from this house.

WILLWhy?

PAULAI don't know. It's getting very complicated.

WILLLeonie?

PAULAAnd Boris. And Dr. Rice. Funny thing how that man . . .

WILLWhat?

PAULAMakes you insecure somehow.

WILLSupposed to do just the opposite.

PAULAHe answers every questionand yet he's secretive. I've never met a man whowho

WILLWho what?

PAULAReally, I can't stand Dr. Rice.

WILLI believe he fascinates you.

PAULAHe does. I don't deny that. And I can't tell you how I resent it. Isn't it silly? [The old lady WYLER in a wheel chair is propelled in by a nurse. The old lady is much wasted since the preceding summer; she is touched with mortality.] Granny!

MRS. WYLERPaula! How are you, my dear?

PAULAI came up to see you before, but you were asleep.

MRS. WYLERNurse told me. [Exit NURSE, door left.]

PAULAYou remember Will?

WILLHow do you do, Mrs. Wyler?

MRS. WYLEROf course. How do you do, young man?

PAULAWell, this is quite an adventure for you, isn't it, Granny?

MRS. WYLERYou're the boy who was always so curious about my youth.

WILLYes.

MRS. WYLERI've forgotten most of it. Now I just live from day to day. The past is just this morning. [A moment's pause.] And I don't always remember that very well. Aren't there insects who live only one day? The morning is their youth and the afternoon their middle age. . . .

PAULAYou don't seem yourself today. Not as cheerful as usual.

MRS. WYLERCan't I have my moods, Paula? I am pleased to be reflective today. People are always sending me funny books to read. I've been reading one and it depressed me.

PAULAWell, I'll tell you something to cheer you up, GrannyWill and I are going to be married.

MRS. WYLERHave you told your mother?

PAULANot yet. It's a secret. [Enter KENNETH.]

KENNETHWell, Mrs. Wyler! Wanderlust today?

MRS. WYLERYes! Wanderlust!

KENNETHPaula, if you're not swimming, what about our walk, and our daily argument?

MRS. WYLERWhat argument?

KENNETHPaula is interested in my subject. She hovers between skepticism and fascination.

PAULANo chance to hover today, Kenneth. Will's improving his tennis. Sorry.

KENNETHSo am I.

MRS. WYLERI've a surprise for you, Paula.

PAULAWhat?

MRS. WYLERYour father's coming.

PAULANo!

MRS. WYLERYes.

PAULABut how! How do you know?

MRS. WYLERBecause I've sent for him, and he wired me he's coming. He's driving from Blue Hill. He should be here now.

PAULAThat's too! Oh, Granny, that's marvelous! Will, let's drive out to meet him, shall we? Does Mother know?

MRS. WYLERI only had Sam's wire an hour ago.

PAULAGranny, you're an angel.

MRS. WYLERNot quite yet. Don't hurry me, child.

PAULACome on, Will. [Exit PAULA and WILL.]

MRS. WYLERI can see you are interested in Paula. You are, aren't you, Dr. Rice?

KENNETHYes. She's an extraordinary child. Adores her father, doesn't she?

MRS. WYLERHow would you cure that, Doctor?

KENNETHIt's quite healthy.

MRS. WYLERReally? I was hoping for something juicy in the way of interpretation.

KENNETHSorry!

MRS. WYLERWhat an interesting profession yours is, Dr. Rice.

KENNETHWhy particularly?

MRS. WYLERYour province is the soul. Strange region.

KENNETHPeople's souls, I find are, on the whole, infinitely more interesting than their bodies. I have been a general practitioner and I know.

MRS. WYLERThese young peopledon't they frighten you?

KENNETHFrighten!

MRS. WYLERThey are so radicalprepared to throw everything overboardevery tradition

KENNETHPaula's friends have nothing to lose, any change would bein the nature of velvet for them.

MRS. WYLERWhat do you think of Will?

KENNETHI'm afraid I've formed no strongly defined opinion on Will.

MRS. WYLEROh, I seeThat is a comment in itself.

KENNETHHe's nondescript.

MRS. WYLERDo you mean to point that out to Paula?

KENNETHI don't think so. That won't be necessary.

MRS. WYLERWhy not?

KENNETHBlood will tell.

MRS. WYLERThat's very gracious of you, Doctor. [Pause.] And what do you think of Leonie?

KENNETHVery endearingand very impulsive.

MRS. WYLERFor exampleI mean of the latter

KENNETHShe offered to build me a sanatoriuma fully equipped modern sanatorium.

MRS. WYLERDid she? Convenient for you.

KENNETHExcept that I refused.

MRS. WYLERWasn't that quixotic?

KENNETHNot necessarily. [PAULA and SAM enter, door back.]

PAULAHere he is!

MRS. WYLERSam!

SAMLouise!

PAULAHe wouldn't come if I'd ask him. He said so shamelessly. You know Dr. Rice?

SAMOf course.

KENNETHExcuse me. [KENNETH goes out.]

SAMWell, Louise!

MRS. WYLERHello, Sam. [SAM kisses her.]

SAMHow's she behaving?

PAULAIncorrigible. Dr. Prentiss tells her to rest in her room. You see how she obeys him. She'll obey you though.

SAMWell, I'll sneak her away from Dr. Prentiss and take her abroad.

MRS. WYLERI want to go to Ethiopia. Run along, dear. I want to talk to Sam.

PAULAKeep him here, Granny. Pretend you're not feeling well.

MRS. WYLERI'll try. [Exit PAULA door back.] Well, Sam

SAMI got your wire last night. Here I am.

MRS. WYLERIt's nice of you.

SAMOh, now, Louise. You know you're the love of my life.

MRS. WYLER—Yes, Sam, I knowbut how is Selena?

SAMFlourishing.

MRS. WYLERYou're all right then?

SAMUnbelievably.

MRS. WYLERI knew you would be.

SAMAnd you?

MRS. WYLERI'm dying, Sam.

SAMNot you

MRS. WYLERDon't contradict me. Besides, I'm rather looking forward to it.

SAMIs Dr. Prentiss?

MRS. WYLERDr. Prentiss soft-soaps me. I let him. It relieves his mind. But that's why I've sent for you.

SAMYou know, my dear

MRS. WYLERYes, Sam. I know I can count on you. I'm dying. And I'm dying alone. I have to talk to somebody. You're the only one.

SAMIs anything worrying you?

MRS. WYLERPlenty.

SAMWhat, dear?

MRS. WYLERThe future. Not my own. That's fixed or soon will be. But Leonie'sPaula's

SAMAren't they all right?

MRS. WYLERI am surrounded by aliens. The house is full of strangers. That Russian upstairs; this doctor.

SAMRice? Are you worried about him?

MRS. WYLERWhat is he after? What does he want? He told me Leonie offered to build him a sanatorium

SAMDid he accept it?

MRS. WYLERNo. He refused. But something tells me he will allow himself to be persuaded.

SAMI don't think Rice is a bad feller really. Seems pretty sensible. Are you worried about this boyDexter, and Paula?

MRS. WYLERNot in the same way. I like the boy. But PaulaI'm worried about what the money'll do to her. We know what it's done to Leonie. You know, Sam, in spite of all her romantic dreams Leonie has a kind of integrity. But I often wonder if she's ever been really happy.

SAMOh, now, Louise, this pessimism's unlike you

MRS. WYLERThis money we've built our lives onit used to symbolize securitybut there's no security in it any more.

SAMPaula'll be all right. I count on Paula.

MRS. WYLERIn the long run. But that may be too late. One can't let go of everything, Sam. It isn't in nature. That's why I've asked you to come. I want you to remain as executor under my will.

SAMWell, I only resigned becausesince I'm no longer married to Leonie

MRS. WYLERWhat has that got to do with it?

SAMAll right.

MRS. WYLERPromise?

SAMCertainly.

MRS. WYLERI feel something dark ahead, a terror

SAMNow, now, you've been brooding.

MRS. WYLEROutside of youWill is the soundest person I'll leave behind me, the healthiestbut in him too I feel a recklesness that's just kept inI see a vista of the unknownto us the unknown was the West, landphysical hardshipbut he's hard and bitter underneath his jocularityhe isn't sure, he says, what he isOnce he is sure, what will he do?I want you to watch him, Sam, for Paula's sake.

SAMI will.

MRS. WYLERThey're all strange and dark. . . . And this doctor. A soul doctor. We didn't have such thingsI am sure that behind all this is a profound and healing truth. But sometimes truths may be perverted, and this particular doctorhow are we to know where his knowledge ends and his pretension begins? Now that I am dying, for the first time in my life I know fear. Death seems easy and simple, Sama self-indulgencebut can I afford it? [She smiles up at him. He squeezes her hand.]

SAMEverything will be all right. Trust me.

MRS. WYLERI do. [A pause.] You'll stay the night?

SAMOf course.

MRS. WYLERNow I feel better.

SAMThat's right. [Pause.]

MRS. WYLERI'd like to live till autumn.

SAMOf course you will. Many autumns.

MRS. WYLERHeaven forbid. But this autumn. The colorthe leaves turn. [Looking out window. SAM looks too.] The expression seems strange. What do they turn to?

SAM[Softly, helping her mood.] Their mother. The earth.

MRS. WYLERI'm happy now. I'm at peace.

SAM[Puts arm around her and draws her to him.] That's better.

MRS. WYLER[Smiling up at him.] It's very clever of me to have sent for you, Sam. I'm pleased with myself. Now, Sam, let 'em do their worst

SAM[Smiling back at her and patting her hand.] just let 'em . . . !

Curtain

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