MRS. M. Sybil told me distinctly this afternoon that Charley wanted to go to Australia. She nearly cried her eyes out. Of course that means he wants to leave her. What else could it mean? She said he’d been funny and she was miserable. I said Charley ought to be ashamed of himself to want to go away like that, and so I think so.
MASSEY. [sitting up very straight and looking angry.] What’s all this, Charley? What . . .
FOSTER on tip toe slowly goes to door.
CHARLEY. Don’t go, Foster. Let’s have all the family in. You’re going to be part of it some day.
FOSTER. [sitting down again.] I’m quite ready to go.
CHARLEY. No, don’t. Let’s have it out. You may as well know, all of you.
MRS. M. [with a resignation of despair.] Then you do want—to go and leave her? It’s disgraceful!
CHARLEY. [Angrily.] What stuff you all talk! I—
MRS. M. Do you or do you not want to go?