JESSIE (softly)
You!
THE YOUNG MAN
Is your mother—
JESSIE
She’s gone.
THE YOUNG MAN (nervously advancing)
I—I—
JESSIE
I was afraid maybe we couldn’t have this nook to ourselves, after all. My absurd little brother was in here, hanging about that dreadful Mrs. Curtis, and I was afraid they wouldn’t go away; but Mamma scared ’em both off providentially.