NURSE--[With a professional air.] Oh, it's a fine, healthy baby--eleven pounds--that's what made it so difficult. [She goes. The others all stand in silence.] ESTHER--[Suddenly sinking on the couch and bursting into tears.] Oh, I'm so sorry I said--or thought--anything wrong about her. Forgive me, Martha! SHEFFIELD--[Honestly moved but unable to resist this opportunity for Latin--solemnly.] De mortuis nil nisi bonum. JAYSON--[Who has been giving all his attention to his son.] Curt! Curt! EMILY--Hadn't the doctor better-- JAYSON--Shhh! He begins to recognize me. Curt! CURTIS--[Looking around him bewilderedly.] Yes. [Suddenly remembrance comes and a spasm of intolerable pain contracts his features. He presses his hands to the side of his head and groans brokenly.] Martha! Gone! Dead! Oh! [He appeals wildly to the others.] Her eyes--she knew me--she smiled--she whispered--forgive me, Curt,--forgive her--when it was I who should have said forgive me--but before I could--she--[He falters brokenly.] EMILY--[Looking from one to the other meaningly as if this justified all their suspicions.] Oh! CURTIS--[A sudden triumph in his voice.] But she loved me again--only me--I saw it in her eyes! She had forgotten--IT. [Raging.] Never let me see it! Never let it come near me! It has murdered her! [Springing to his feet.] I hate it from the bottom of my soul--I will never see it--never--never--I take my oath! [As his father takes his arm--shaking him off.] Let me go! I am going back to her! [He strides out of the door in a frenzy of grief and rage. They all stand transfixed, looking at each other bewilderedly.] EMILY--[Putting all her venomous gratification into one word.] Well! [The Curtain Falls] ACT IV SCENE--Same as Act I. It is afternoon of a fine day three days later. Motors are heard coming up the drive in front of the house. There is the muffled sound of voices. The MAID is seen going along the hall to the front door. Then the family enter from the rear. First come JAYSON and ESTHER with MRS. DAVIDSON--then LILY, DICK and SHEFFIELD--then JOHN and his wife. All are dressed in mourning. The only one who betrays any signs of sincere grief is MRS. DAVIDSON. The others all have a strained look, irritated, worried, or merely gloomy. They seem to be thinking "The worst is yet to come." JAYSON--[Leading MRS. D., who is weeping softly, to the chair at left of table--fretfully.] Please do sit down, Aunt. [She does so mechanically.] And do stop crying. [He sits down in front of table. ESTHER goes to couch where she is joined by EMILY. MARK goes over and stands in back of them. DICK and JOHN sit at rear of table. LILY comes down front and walks about nervously. She seems in a particularly fretful, upset mood.] LILY--[Trying to conceal her feelings under a forced flippancy.] What ridiculous things funerals are, anyway! That stupid minister--whining away through his nose! Why does the Lord show such a partiality for men with adenoids, I wonder.