CURTIS—[With a grin.] Big was just this minute remarking that, Martha. [BIGELOW looks embarrassed.]
MARTHA—[Laughing at him.] Well, I declare! Of all the horrid things to hear—
BIGELOW—[Still embarrassed but forcing a joking tone.] He—prevaricates, Mrs. Jayson.
MARTHA—There now, Curt! I'm sure it was you who said it. It sounds just like one of your horrid facts.
BIGELOW—And how can I offer my felicitations now? But I do, despite your husband's calumny. May your shadow never grow less!
MARTHA—Thank you. [She shakes his proffered hand heartily.]
BIGELOW—And now I'll collect my flock and go home.
CURTIS—So long, Big. Be sure you don't mislay one of your heirs!
BIGELOW—No fear—but they might mislay me. [He goes. CURT sits down on couch. MARTHA goes to the window right, and looks out—after a pause, waving her hand.]
MARTHA—There they go. What darlings they are! [CURTIS grunts perfunctorily. MARTHA comes back and sits beside CURT on the couch—with a sigh.] Whoever did say it was right, Curt, I am getting old.