LEONARD. To him—to my father—Yes. Not to you.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Yes. You know too much. You can only pretend to be my child.
LEONARD. I’m to be alone, then. Mary, I shall be quite alone.
MARY. I daresay you’ll pick up somebody.
LEONARD. You’ve no sentiment at all.
MARY. I must go. Good-bye, ma’am.
[MARY and MRS. TIMBRELL embrace. MARY moves toward the door. The others, with the exception of TIMBRELL, follow her, LEONARD slowly and wistfully. They go out, meeting EDGAR who stares at them in some astonishment but without greeting and advances to his father.]
EDGAR. What’s this?
TIMBRELL. [Testily.] What’s what?
EDGAR. Some sort of family reconciliation?