[with a slight, bitter laugh]
"Work things out together!"
PIKE
I'm sorry—for you, I mean. But I don't see any other way to do it, except—together. Won't you?
[She moves slowly forward and sits at extreme left of the bench. He watches her, noticing how far she withdraws from him, bows his head humbly, with a sad smile, then sits, not quite at the extreme right of the bench, but near it.]
PIKE
I haven't opened the letter yet. I want you to read it first, but I ought to tell you there's probably things in it'll hurt your feelings, sort of, mebbe.
ETHEL
[icily]