It wasn't
your seeking, I know.
MARTHA--Yes it was, Curt. I wished it. I sought it.
CURTIS--[Indignantly.] Martha! [Then in a hurt tone.] You have
broken the promise we made when they died. We were to keep their
memories inviolate. They were to be always--our only children.
MARTHA--[Gently.] They forgive me, Curt. And you will forgive me,
too--when you see him--and love him.
CURTIS--Him?
MARTHA--I know it will be a boy.
CURTIS--[Sinking down on the couch beside her--dully.] Martha!
You have blown my world to bits.
MARTHA--[Taking one of his hands in hers--gently.] You must make
allowances for me. Curt, and forgive me. I AM getting old. No,
it's the truth. I've reached the turning point. Will you listen to
my side of it, Curt, and try to see it--with sympathy--with true
understanding--[With a trace of bitterness.]--forgetting your
work for the moment?
CURTIS--[Miserably.] That's unfair, Martha. I think of it as OUR
work--and I have always believed you did, too.
MARTHA--[Quickly.] I did, Curt! I do! All in the past is our work.
It's my greatest pride to think so.
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