It isn’t the coffee, Steve dear. There’s nothing the matter with the coffee. There’s something the matter with _you_. STEVE [_Doggedly._] There may be something the matter with my stomach. HENRIETTA [_Scornfully._] Your stomach! The trouble is not with your stomach but in your subconscious mind. STEVE Subconscious piffle! [_Takes morning paper and tries to read._ HENRIETTA Steve, you never used to be so disagreeable. You certainly have got some sort of a complex. You’re all inhibited. You’re no longer open to new ideas. You won’t listen to a word about psychoanalysis. STEVE A word! I’ve listened to volumes! HENRIETTA You’ve ceased to be creative in architecture--your work isn’t going well. You’re not sleeping well-- STEVE How can I sleep, Henrietta, when you’re always waking me up to find out what I’m dreaming? HENRIETTA But dreams are so important, Steve. If you’d tell yours to Dr. Russell he’d find out exactly what’s wrong with you. STEVE There’s nothing wrong with me. HENRIETTA You don’t even talk as well as you used to. STEVE Talk? I can’t say a thing without you looking at me in that dark fashion you have when you’re on the trail of a complex. HENRIETTA This very irritability indicates that you’re suffering from some suppressed desire. STEVE I’m suffering from a suppressed desire for a little peace. HENRIETTA Dr. Russell is doing simply wonderful things with nervous cases. Won’t you go to him, Steve? STEVE [_Slamming down his newspaper._] No, Henrietta, I won’t! HENRIETTA But, Stephen--! STEVE Tst! I hear Mabel coming. Let’s not be at each other’s throats the first day of her visit. [_He takes out cigarettes. MABEL comes in from door left, the side opposite STEVE, so that he is facing her. She is wearing a rather fussy negligee in contrast to HENRIETTA, who wears “radical” clothes. MABEL is what is called plump._ MABEL Good morning. HENRIETTA Oh, here you are, little sister. STEVE Good morning, Mabel. [_MABEL nods to him and turns, her face lighting up, to HENRIETTA._ HENRIETTA [_Giving MABEL a hug as she leans against her._] It’s so good to have you here. I was going to let you sleep, thinking you’d be tired after the long trip. Sit down. There’ll be fresh toast in a minute and [_Rising_] will you have-- MABEL Oh, I ought to have told you, Henrietta. Don’t get anything for me. I’m not eating breakfast. HENRIETTA [_At first in mere surprise._] Not eating breakfast? [_She sits down, then leans toward MABEL who is seated now, and scrutinizes her._ STEVE [_Half to himself._] The psychoanalytical look! HENRIETTA Mabel, why are you not eating breakfast? MABEL [_A little startled._] Why, no particular reason. I just don’t care much for breakfast, and they say it keeps down--[_A hand on her hip--the gesture of one who is “reducing”_] that is, it’s a good thing to go without it. HENRIETTA Don’t you sleep well? Did you sleep well last night? MABEL