CURTIS—[Smiling to himself over her head.] Yes, that does complicate matters, doesn't it?
MARTHA—[Hurt—looking up at him.] Curt! How indifferently you say that—as if you didn't care!
CURTIS—[Avoiding her eyes—teasingly.] What do you think you'll do all the time I'm gone?
MARTHA—Oh, I'll be lost—dead—I won't know what to do. I'll die of loneliness—[yearning creeping into her voice] unless—
CURTIS—[Inquisitively.] Unless what?
MARTHA—[Burying her face on his shoulder—passionately.] Oh, Curt, I love you so! Swear that you'll always love me no matter what I do—no matter what I ask—
CURTIS—[Vaguely uneasy now, trying to peer into her face.] But, sweetheart—
MARTHA—[Giving way weakly to her feelings for a moment—entreatingly.] Then don't go!
CURTIS—[Astonished.] Why, I've got to go. You know that.
MARTHA—Yes, I suppose you have. [Vigorously, as if flinging off a weakness.] Of course you have!