LAURA. I'll give it to you.
[Takes telegram out of waist, and hands it to him.
He takes it slowly, looking her squarely in the eye. WILL crosses to centre, and does not glance away while he slowly smoothes it out so that it can be read; when he finally takes it in both hands to read it she staggers back a step or two weakly.
WILL. [Reads the telegram aloud.] "I will be in New York before noon. I'm coming to marry you, and I'm coming with a bank-roll. I wanted to keep it a secret and have a big surprise for you, but I can't hold it any longer, because I feel just like a kid with a new top. Don't go out, and be ready for the big matrimonial thing. All my love. John." Then you knew?
LAURA. Yes.
WILL. But you didn't know he was coming until this arrived?
LAURA. No.
WILL. And you didn't mail the letter [Tossing telegram on table], did you?
LAURA. No.
WILL. What did you do with it?