She holds the telegram crumpled in one hand. WILL lays down the paper, and regards LAURA curiously. She sees the expression on his face and averts her head in order not to meet his eye.
LAURA. What are you looking at me that way for?
WILL. I wasn't conscious that I was looking at you in any particular way—why?
LAURA. Oh, nothing. I guess I'm nervous, too.
[Lies on sofa.
WILL. I dare say you are. [A pause.
LAURA. Yes, I am. [WILL crosses to LAURA.
WILL. You know I don't want to delve into a lot of past history at this time, but I've got to talk to you for a moment.
LAURA. Why don't you do it some other time? I don't want to be talked to now. [Rises and crosses a little to left.
WILL. But I've got to do it just the same.