MURRAY (_with a grin_). Sure thing! You can consider yourself heartlessly jilted. (_He turns and raises his glass towards the door through which_ Eileen _has just gone, as if toasting her._) "A glass of milk, and thou Coughing beside me in the wilderness-- Ah--wilderness were Paradise enow!" (_He takes a sip of milk._) MISS HOWARD (_peevishly_). That's old stuff, Mr. Murray. A patient at Saranac wrote that parody. MURRAY (_maliciously_). Aha, you've discovered it's a parody, have you, you sly minx! (Miss Howard _turns from him huffily and walks back towards the office, her chin in the air._) THE CURTAIN FALLS Act Two Act Two: Scene One _The assembly room of the main building of the sanatorium--early in the morning of a fine day in June, four months later. The room is large, light and airy, painted a fresh white. On the left forward, an armchair. Farther back, a door opening on the main hall. To the rear of this door, a pianola on a raised platform. At back of the pianola, a door leading into the office. In the rear wall, a long series of French windows looking out on the lawn, with wooded hills in the far background. Shrubs in flower grow immediately outside the windows Inside, there is a row of potted plants. In the right wall, rear, four windows. Farther forward, a long well-filled bookcase, and a doorway leading into the dining-room. Following the walls, but about five feet out from them a stiff line of chairs placed closely against each other forms a sort of right-angled auditorium of which the large, square table that stands at centre, forward, would seem to be the stage._ _From the dining-room comes the clatter of dishes, the confused murmur of many voices, male and female--all the mingled sounds of a crowd of people at a meal._ _After the curtain rises,_ Doctor Stanton _enters from the hall, followed by a visitor,_ Mr. Sloan, _and the assistant physician,_ Doctor Simms. Doctor Stanton _is a handsome man of forty-five or so with a grave, care-lined, studious face lightened by a kindly, humorous smile. His grey eyes, saddened by the suffering they have witnessed, have the sympathetic quality of real understanding. The look they give is full of companionship, the courage-renewing, human companionship of a hope which is shared. He speaks with a slight Southern accent, soft and slurring._ Doctor Simms _is a tall, angular young man with a long sallow face and a sheepish, self-conscious grin._ Mr. Sloan _is fifty, short and stout, well dressed--one of the successful business men whose endowments have made the Hill Farm a possibility._ STANTON (_as they enter_). This is what you might see in the general assembly room, Mr. Sloan--where the patients of both sexes are allowed to congregate together after meals, for diets, and in the evening.