SHEFFIELD--[With his best judicial air.] If you'll all allow me to be the spokesman, I think perhaps that I--[They all nod and signify their acquiescence. ] Well, then, will you listen to me, Curt? [This last somewhat impatiently as CURT continues to pace, eyes on the floor.] CURTIS--[Without looking at him--harshly.] Yes, I'm listening. What else can I do when you've got me cornered? Say what you like and let's get this over. SHEFFIELD--First of all, Curt, I hope it is needless for me to express how very deeply we all feel for you in your sorrow. But we sincerely trust that you are aware of our heartfelt sympathy. [They all nod. A bitter, cynical smile comes over LILY's face.] ESTHER--[Suddenly breaking down and beginning to weep.] Poor Martha! [SHEFFIELD glances at his wife, impatient at this interruption. The others also show their irritation.] EMILY--[Pettishly.] Esther! For goodness sake! [CURT hesitates, stares at his sister frowningly as if judging her sincerity--then bends down over her and kisses the top of her bowed head impulsively--seems about to break down himself--grits his teeth and forces it back--glances around at the others defiantly and resumes his pacing. ESTHER dries her eyes, forcing a trembling smile. The cry has done her good.] SHEFFIELD--[Clearing his throat.] I may truthfully say we all feel--as Esther does--even if we do not give vent--[With an air of sincere sympathy.] I know how terrible a day this must be for you, Curt. We all do. And we feel guilty in breaking in upon the sanctity of your sorrow in any way. But, if you will pardon my saying so, your own course of action--the suddenness of your plans--have made it imperative that we come to an understanding about certain things--about one thing in particular, I might say. [He pauses. CURT goes on pacing back and forth as if he hadn't heard.] JAYSON--[Placatingly.] Yes, it is for the best, Curt. ESTHER--Yes, Curt dear, you mustn't be unreasonable. DICK--[Feeling called upon to say something.] Yes, old man, you've got to face things like a regular. Facts are facts. [This makes everybody uneasy.] LILY--[Springing to her feet.] Phew! it's close in here. I'm going out in the garden. You can call me when these--orations--are finished. [She sweeps out scornfully.] JAYSON--[Calling after her imperiously.] Lily! [But she doesn't answer and he gives it up with a hopeless sigh.] CURTIS--[Harshly.] What time is it?