Your humor isn’t inspiring. I’ve heard that brilliant retort before. TOM Certainly. You wrote it yourself; but you stole it from Molière. If I had your memory I’d be witty, too. GRANT (_Looking about_) I don’t seem to see Mrs. Robinson very clearly. TOM She says you never did. Come to think of it, she’s no longer Mrs. Robinson. GRANT Oh, I forgot. In THE LONELY WAY you divorced her. TOM Marie and I haven’t been on speaking terms since; but _after_ she saw THE SAND BAR she simply insisted on coming here. GRANT Well, I’ll be happy to hear her grievance, too. TOM (_Ominously_) You won’t think us so amusing when we are through with you. GRANT As a dramatist, I admire your talent for suspense. (_Calling_) Come in, Mrs. Robinson. TOM (_Correcting him_) Case. Mrs. Pendleton Case. You’ve also forgotten that in THE LONELY WAY you made her marry him. GRANT To be sure. But in THE SAND BAR I made her stay with you. TOM Yes. That’s one of her grievances. GRANT Come in, Mrs. Case. (GRANT _watches_ MARIE _come slowly from behind the curtains, into the light. Then he sees a handsome woman of thirty-five, bien soignée to the last degree. Yet somehow to_ GRANT _her manner is an assumption she has acquired and not inherited. Beneath her vivid personality, her unrestrained moods glitter with force if not heat. But now she eyes him steadily with the greatest contempt. She wears a magnificent opera cloak, clutched close to her. She carries a small hand bag._ _Though_ MARIE _and_ TOM _are aware of each other’s presence, they never address each other; they speak to each other through_ GRANT _as though they existed only in him_.) GRANT Do sit down. TOM Oh, Marie will sit down. Don’t worry. (_Before she sits she carelessly throws her cloak over the same chair that_ GRANT _had previously thrown his coat. She stands revealed in a beautiful evening gown. It seems to proclaim to_ GRANT _her daring and contempt for conventions_.) MARIE After what I’ve just heard I don’t know whether it’s worth while to waste words on a creature like you. GRANT (_Very politely throughout_) Your husband seems to have succeeded in doing it. TOM Her husband? Don’t try to saddle her off on me. Once was enough. MARIE It’s only our contempt for you, Mr. Williams, that finds us two together. GRANT To be sure. I keep forgetting. (MARIE _takes a cigarette out of the hand bag_; GRANT _offers her a light_.) Permit me. (_She glares at him and refuses it. As she searches her hand bag for a match, a small pistol accidentally falls to the floor._ GRANT _quickly picks it up and hands it to her. She replaces it. He offers her another light, which she sullenly accepts._) MARIE I wouldn’t accept anything from you, only, in my haste, I forgot my matches. (_She crosses one knee over the other and puffs._) Brr--it’s cold here. TOM (_Bluntly_) She wants a drink. GRANT