MRS. DAVIDSON—[Sternly.] No. SHE cannot go. And it is YOUR duty—
CURTIS—[Interrupting her with a trace of impatience.] Oh, come! That's all nonsense, Aunt. You don't understand the kind of woman Martha is.
MRS. DAVIDSON—[Harshly.] The women I understand prefer rearing their children to selfish gallivanting over the world.
CURTIS—[Impatiently.] But we have no children now, Aunt.
MRS. DAVIDSON—I know that, more's the pity. But later—
CURTIS—[Emphatically.] No, I tell you! It's impossible!
MRS. DAVIDSON—[Grimly.] I have said my last word. Go your own road and work your own ruin.
CURTIS—[Brusquely.] I think I'll change my togs and go for a walk. Excuse me for a second. I'll be right down again. [He goes out, rear.]
EMILY—[With her false air of innocence.] Curt acts so funny, doesn't he? Did you notice how emphatic he was about its being impossible? And he said Martha seemed to him to be acting queer lately—with him, I suppose he meant.
ESTHER—He certainly appeared put out when he heard she'd gone motoring with Big.