There is a long,
uncomfortable pause during which CURT paces up and down.]
MRS. DAVIDSON--[Suddenly murmuring aloud to herself--happily.]
He's such a dear! I could stay watching him forever.
JAYSON--[Testily.] Sshhh! Aunt! [Then clearing his throat again.]
Surely you're not still thinking of going on the five o'clock
train, are you, Curt?
CURTIS--Yes.
SHEFFIELD--[Drily.] Then Mr. Bigelow didn't persuade you--
CURTIS--[Coldly and impatiently.] I'm not to be persuaded by Big
or anyone else. And I'll thank you not to talk any more about it.
[They all stiffen resentfully at his tone.]
JAYSON--[To CURT--in a pleading tone.] You mustn't be
unreasonable, Curt. After all we are your family--your best
friends in the world--and we are only trying to help you--
CURTIS--[With nervous vehemence.] I don't want your help. You will
help me most by keeping silent.
EMILY--[ With a meaning look at the others--sneeringly.] Yes, no
doubt.
ESTHER--Sshhh, Emily!
JAYSON--[Helplessly.] But, you see, Curt--
SHEFFIELD--[With his best judicial air.] If you'll all allow me to
be the spokesman, I think perhaps that I--[They all nod and
signify their acquiescence.
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