HARRY: I'm coming to believe people would do anything! (TOM _is making another inquiry with the revolver_) No! not here. Don't shoot yourself. (_trying hard to get the word through_) _Shoot_ yourself. I mean--don't, (_petulantly to_ DICK) It's ridiculous that you can't make a man understand you when he looks right at you like that. (_turning back to_ TOM) Read my lips. Lips. I'm saying--Oh damn. Where is Claire? All right--I'll explain it with motions. We wanted the salt ... (_going over it to himself_) and Claire wouldn't let us go out for it on account of the temperature. Salt. Temperature. (_takes his egg-cup to the door, violent motion of shaking in salt_) But--no (_shakes his head_) No salt. (_he then takes the thermometer, a flower pot, holds them up to_ TOM) On account of the temperature. Tem-per-a--(TOM _is not getting it_) Oh--well, what can you do when a man don't _get_ a thing? (TOM _seems to be preparing the revolver for action_. HARRY _pounds on the inner door_) Claire! Do you want Tom to shoot himself? (_As he looks in there, the trap-door lifts, and CLAIRE comes half-way up._) CLAIRE: Why, what is Tom doing out there, with a revolver? HARRY: He is about to shoot himself because you've locked him out from his breakfast. CLAIRE: He must know more interesting ways of destroying himself. (_bowing to_ TOM) Good morning. (_from his side of the glass_ TOM _bows and smiles back_) Isn't it strange--our being in here--and he being out there? HARRY: Claire, have you no ideas of hospitality? Let him in! CLAIRE: In? Perhaps that isn't hospitality. HARRY: Well, whatever hospitality is, what is out there is snow--and wind--and our guest--who was asked to come here for his breakfast. To think a man has to _such_ things. CLAIRE: I'm going to let him in. Though I like his looks out there. (_she takes the key from her pocket_) HARRY: Thank heaven the door's coming open. Somebody can go for salt, and we can have our eggs. CLAIRE: And open the door again--to let the salt in? No. If you insist on salt, tell Tom now to go back and get it. It's a stormy morning and there'll be just one opening of the door. HARRY: How can we tell him what we can't make him hear? And why does he think we're holding this conversation instead of letting him in? CLAIRE: It would be interesting to know. I wonder if he'll tell us? HARRY: Claire! Is this any time to wonder anything? CLAIRE: Give up the idea of salt for your egg and I'll let him in. (_holds up the key to _TOM_ to indicate that for her part she is quite ready to let him in_) HARRY: I want my egg! CLAIRE: Then ask him to bring the salt. It's quite simple.