MRS. TURNER (_looking at her keenly_). There is something upsetting you. You've something on your mind that you can't tell me, is that it? (Eileen _maintains a stubborn silence._) But think--_can't_ you tell me? (_With a kindly smile._) I'm used to other people's troubles. I've been playing mother-confessor to the patients for years now, and I think I've usually been able to help them. Can't you confide in me, child? (Eileen _drops her eyes, but remains silent._ Mrs. Turner _glances meaningly over at_ Murray, _who is watching them whenever he thinks the matron is not aware of it--a note of sharp rebuke in her voice._) I think I can guess your secret, my dear, even if you're too stubborn to tell. This setback is your own fault. You've let other notions become more important to you than the idea of getting well. And you've no excuse for it. After I had to warn you a month ago, I expected _that_ silliness to stop instantly. EILEEN (_her face flushed--protesting_). There never was anything. Nothing like that has anything to do with it. MRS. TURNER (_sceptically_). What is it that has, then? EILEEN (_lying determinedly_). It's my family. They keep writing--and worrying me--and---- That's what it is, Mrs. Turner. MRS. TURNER (_not exactly knowing whether to believe this or not--probing the girl with her eyes_). Your father? EILEEN. Yes, all of them. (_Suddenly seeing a way to discredit all of the matron's suspicions--excitedly._) And principally the young man I'm engaged to--the one who came to visit me several times---- MRS. TURNER (_surprised_). So--you're engaged? (Eileen _nods._ Mrs. Turner _immediately dismisses her suspicions._) Oh, pardon me. I didn't know that, you see, or I wouldn't---- (_She pats_ Eileen _on the shoulder comfortingly._) Never mind. You'll tell me all about it, won't you? EILEEN (_desperately_). Yes. (_She seems about to go on, but the matron interrupts her._) MRS. TURNER. Oh, not here, my dear. Now now. Come to my room--let me see--I'll be busy all the morning--some time this afternoon. Will you do that? EILEEN. Yes. (_Joyfully._) Then I needn't go to bed right away? MRS. TURNER. No--on one condition. You mustn't take any exercise. Stay in your recliner all day and rest and remain in bed to-morrow morning. And promise me you will rest and not worry any more about things we can easily fix up between us. EILEEN. I promise, Mrs. Turner. MRS. TURNER (_smiling in dismissal_). Very well, then. I must speak to Miss Bailey. I'll see you this afternoon. EILEEN. Yes, Mrs. Turner. (_The matron goes to the rear where_ Miss Bailey _is sitting with_ Mrs. Abner. _She beckons to_ Miss Bailey, _who gets up with a scared look, and they go to the far left corner of the room._ Eileen _stands for a moment hesitating--then starts to go to_ Murray, _but just at this moment_ Peters _comes forward and speaks to_ Murray.)