CURTIS—[Overwhelmed by the finality of her tone—after a pause.] How long have you known—this?
MARTHA—Two months, about.
CURTIS—But why didn't you tell me before?
MARTHA—I was afraid you wouldn't understand—and you haven't, Curt. But why didn't you tell me before—what you were planning?
CURTIS—[Eagerly.] You mean—then—you would have been glad to go—before this had happened?
MARTHA—I would have accepted it.
CURTIS—[Despairingly.] Martha, how could you ever have allowed this to happen? Oh, I suppose I'm talking foolishness. It wasn't your seeking, I know.
MARTHA—Yes it was, Curt. I wished it. I sought it.
CURTIS—[Indignantly.] Martha! [Then in a hurt tone.] You have broken the promise we made when they died. We were to keep their memories inviolate. They were to be always—our only children.
MARTHA—[Gently.] They forgive me, Curt. And you will forgive me, too—when you see him—and love him.