EILEEN (shocked). How can you say that? You don't know——
MURRAY. Don't I, though? Wait till you've been here three months or four—when the gap you left has been comfortably filled. You'll see then!
EILEEN (angrily, her lips trembling). You must be crazy to say such things! (Fighting back her tears.) Oh, I think it's hateful—when you see how badly I feel!
MURRAY (in acute confusion. Stammering). Look here, Miss Carmody, I didn't mean to—— Listen—don't feel mad at me, please. My tongue ran away with me. I was only talking. I'm like that. You mustn't take it seriously.
EILEEN (still resentful). I don't see how you can talk. You don't—you can't know about these things—when you've just said you had no family of your own, really.
MURRAY (eager to return to her good graces). No. Of course I don't know. I was just talking regardless for the fun of listening to it.
EILEEN (after a pause). Hasn't either of your sisters any children?
MURRAY. One of them has—two of them—ugly, squally little brats.
EILEEN (disapprovingly). You don't like babies?
MURRAY (bluntly). No. (Then with a grin at her shocked face.) I don't get them. They're something I can't seem to get acquainted with.