Jack. Was she alone, Dill?
Dill (gaily). No, sir; no, sir. I think she's with your father, sir. (Retreats before Jack's glance.)
Jack (wheeling about). Foolish father! foolish father! Really I cannot begin to account for such conduct on my parent's part. The sense of family obligation in the old is appallingly on the wane. But perhaps he's forgotten his glasses. Father's been wearing glasses for twenty years and performs the most revolting capers whenever he's without them. He becomes a boy all over again. (Stands in curtain way.) Have you got a book on fathers, Jane? Or perhaps I'll see him from the window. (Stretches himself out in inner room where he may be observed throughout remainder of scene.)
Gloria (matter-of-factly). I think a book on daughters is what you really need, Jane. (Fans herself.) I need not say that Kathryn has never been a daughter to you. (They sit facing each other.)
Jane. Of course not, Gloria. How could she have been? But Kathryn is my adopted daughter.
Gloria (very determinedly). Kathryn is not your daughter at all! Kathryn is my daughter.
Jane. How unexpected, Gloria! Since when did you discover this?
Gloria. I have never discovered it at all, of course. I have known it from the first.
Jane. Then that Friday, that biblical Friday, twenty years ago, when you came to me with tears in your eyes—and a basket and a baby—
Gloria. I did it for your sake, Jane. I thought it would add to your character.