NURSE—[Looking at CURTIS, in a low voice.] Mr. Jayson, your wife is asking for you.
BIGELOW—[Promptly slapping CURT on the back.] There! What did I tell you? Run, you chump!
CURTIS—[With a gasp of joy.] Martha! Darling, I'm coming—[He rushes out after the NURSE.]
BIGELOW—[Comes forward to get his hat and coat from the sofa—coldly.] Pardon me, please. [They shrink away from him.]
EMILY—[As he goes to the door—cuttingly.] Some people seem to have no sense of decency!
BIGELOW—[Stung, stops at the door and looks from one to the other of them—bitingly.] No, I quite agree with you. [He goes out, shutting the door. They all gasp angrily.]
JOHN—Scoundrel!
JAYSON—[Testily—going to MRS. D., who is still on her knees praying.] Do get up, Aunt Elizabeth! How ridiculous! What a scene if anyone should see you like that. [He raises her to her feet and leads her to a chair by the fire. She obeys unresistingly, seemingly unaware of what she is doing.]
ESTHER—[Unable to restrain her jealousy.] So it's a boy.
EMILY—Did you hear Curt—how he yelled out "No"? It's plain as the nose on your face he didn't want—