Fair. I was thinking—I can't help wondering if we shall ever see him again.
Bev. Who do you mean, Hopkins?
Fair (softly). No; Steve!
Bev. We may, though I hope not.
Fair (surprised). Why?
Bev. He'd be our enemy now.
[Fair seems greatly troubled.
Fair. Somehow I can't help thinking that we shall see him again. I often wonder if he's changed. He seemed so different from our boys—so very different, somehow.
Bev. I wonder why you never like to walk down through the lane any more? I don't believe you've been down there for a long time, not since Hopkins and Winthrop were here.
Fair (quickly). Oh, yes, I have, lots of times. When Aunt Sally was sick and when Uncle Joe died, don't you remember?