MURRAY (quickly, as if he wishes to avoid this subject). What is it you wanted to tell me, then?
EILEEN (sadly). It doesn't seem so important now, somehow. I suppose it was silly of me to drag you out here, just for that. It can't mean anything to you—much.
MURRAY (encouragingly). How do you know it can't?
EILEEN (slowly). I only thought—you might like to know.
MURRAY (interestedly). Know what? What is it? If I can help——
EILEEN. No. (After a moment's hesitation.) I wrote to him this afternoon.
MURRAY. Him?
EILEEN. The letter you've been advising me to write.
MURRAY (as if the knowledge of this alarmed him—haltingly). You mean—Fred Nicholls?
EILEEN. Yes.