Oh, yes, I slept all right. Yes, I slept fine last night, only [_Laughing_] I did have the funniest dream! STEVE S-h! S-t! HENRIETTA [_Moving closer._] And what did you dream, Mabel? STEVE Look-a-here, Mabel, I feel it’s my duty to put you on. Don’t tell Henrietta your dreams. If you do she’ll find out that you have an underground desire to kill your father and marry your mother-- HENRIETTA Don’t be absurd, Stephen Brewster. [_Sweetly to MABEL._] What was your dream, dear? MABEL [_Laughing._] Well, I dreamed I was a hen. HENRIETTA A hen? MABEL Yes; and I was pushing along through a crowd as fast as I could, but being a hen I couldn’t walk very fast--it was like having a tight skirt, you know; and there was some sort of creature in a blue cap--you know how mixed up dreams are--and it kept shouting after me, “Step, Hen! Step, Hen!” until I got all excited and just couldn’t move at all. HENRIETTA [_Resting chin in palm and peering._] You say you became much excited? MABEL [_Laughing._] Oh, yes; I was in a terrible state. HENRIETTA [_Leaning back, murmurs._] This is significant. STEVE She dreams she’s a hen. She is told to step lively. She becomes violently agitated. What can it mean? HENRIETTA [_Turning impatiently from him._] Mabel, do you know anything about psychoanalysis? MABEL [_Feebly._] Oh--not much. No--I--[_Brightening._] It’s something about the war, isn’t it? STEVE Not that kind of war. MABEL [_Abashed._] I thought it might be the name of a new explosive. STEVE It _is_. MABEL [_Apologetically to HENRIETTA, who is frowning._] You see, Henrietta, I--we do not live in touch with intellectual things, as you do. Bob being a dentist--somehow our friends-- STEVE [_Softly._] Oh, to be a dentist! [_Goes to window and stands looking out._ HENRIETTA Don’t you see anything more of that editorial writer--what was his name? MABEL Lyman Eggleston? HENRIETTA Yes, Eggleston. He was in touch with things. Don’t you see him? MABEL Yes, I see him once in a while. Bob doesn’t like him very well. HENRIETTA Your husband does not like Lyman Eggleston? [_Mysteriously._] Mabel, are you perfectly happy with your husband? STEVE [_Sharply._] Oh, come now, Henrietta--that’s going a little strong! HENRIETTA Are you perfectly happy with him, Mabel? [_STEVE goes to work-table._ MABEL Why--yes--I guess so. Why--of course I am! HENRIETTA Are you happy? Or do you only think you are? Or do you only think you _ought_ to be? MABEL Why, Henrietta, I don’t know what you mean! STEVE [_Seizes stack of books and magazines and dumps them on the breakfast table._] This is what she means, Mabel. Psychoanalysis. My work-table groans with it. Books by Freud, the new Messiah; books by Jung, the new St. Paul; the Psychoanalytical Review--back numbers two-fifty per. MABEL But what’s it all about? STEVE