TIMBRELL. You took it from his Mother’s room?
MARY. [After a very short pause.] Well, I shall be a Mother soon.
[TIMBRELL sits down and sinks back in the chair. SHEILA and ADA go out quietly.]
MRS. TIMBRELL. [To MARY.] Sit down, my dear.
[EDGAR gives MARY a chair. She sits down.]
MARY. Thank you, ma’am.
LEONARD. [To himself or the world.] Beautiful. Beautiful.
TIMBRELL. [Starting.] What!
LEONARD. I said it was beautiful.
TIMBRELL. What’s beautiful?