Oh, I might have sprained an ankle going to my seat. (_He goes out after the_ PROFESSOR _as_ BESS _looks after him_. SARAH _comes in back and then goes off. The rear of room darkens, indicating she has pulled the curtain up._ LIVINGSTON _glances at_ HOOD _who is gazing at_ BESS _with a strange enlightenment_.) LIVINGSTON I think you’re right, Bess: we’d better be going. We might stop and take the children for a spin before it’s dark. BESS Yes. LIVINGSTON (_To_ HOOD) Are you going _our_ way? HOOD No. BESS You’re sure we can’t drop you somewhere? HOOD No. Thank you. LIVINGSTON I’m delighted to have met you, Mr. Hood. (_Shaking hands._) I shall follow your work in the Legislature with great interest. HOOD Perhaps I may be able to help you with _your_ museum. LIVINGSTON Just talking to you has encouraged me greatly. Good-bye. There is a big political future waiting a young man these days--if he keeps his head. BESS (_Shaking his hand_) I’m sure my husband is right. HOOD (_Looking at her_) So am I. Quite sure. (_She turns away, as she sees what his tone of finality implies, and looks up at the_ BRONTOSAURUS _with a start_.) LIVINGSTON What is it, dear? BESS Nothing. Only it seems to be smiling at us. LIVINGSTON All skulls grin: it’s the eternal laughter of the dead. BESS Come. (_As she starts._) Dear, don’t you think it might be a good idea to rescue that fine strong good-looking young soldier? He must be so lonely and we might take him for a drive. LIVINGSTON (_A bit wearily at what he sees ahead_) Oh, yes; if you wish. But I’m sure he should have gone to the Follies. (_He offers her his arm--she takes it._ HOOD _watches them as they walk out without turning back. He stands there a moment, with a cynical smile creeping over his lips. He throws the catalogue on the seat. Then he goes to the sign before the_ BRONTOSAURUS.) HOOD (_Reading and thinking_) “Mainly Herbivorous.” “Anything she can pick up.” “Several million years”.... (_As he gazes there_, SARAH _enters and goes out to pull up the other curtain. She apparently does so for some red rays slowly gather about the fossil. The room is darker. She re-enters and stands there looking at him._ HOOD _gives a sigh of relief, and determination: he puts on his hat, and, with hands in his pockets, goes off whistling_. SARAH _stands there as the room darkens. Then she goes over near the seat and begins to mop._) SARAH Moppin’ and scrubbin’ ... moppin’.... (_She pauses and gives a glance at the_ BRONTOSAURUS _on whose skull are now centered the rays of the setting sun_.) Holy Mother of Saints! What are you grinnin’ at, ye dirty heathen? (_She lifts her arm again in revolt as though to throw the mop at it. Then she puts it down with a sense of futility. She picks up her things and goes off slowly._