ELEONORA. Yes, flocks of them, starting north for their summer home. And not one will fall to the earth unless God wills it.
ELIS [Enters from R.]. Has the evening paper come yet?
ELEONORA. No, Elis.
[Elis starts to cross the room—when he is at C. Christine enters from L.]
CHRISTINE [Without noticing Elis]. Has the paper come?
ELEONORA. No, it hasn't come.
[Christine crosses room and goes out R., passing Elis, who goes out too. Neither looks at the other.]
ELEONORA. Huh! how cold and chilly! Hate has entered this house. As long as love reigned one could bear it, but now,—huh! how cold!
BENJAMIN. Why were they so anxious about the evening paper?
ELEONORA. Don't you know? There will be something in it about—