(He offers her his arm—she takes it. Hood watches them as they walk out without turning back. He stands there a moment, with a cynical smile creeping over his lips. He throws the catalogue on the seat. Then he goes to the sign before the Brontosaurus.)
Hood
(Reading and thinking)
“Mainly Herbivorous.” “Anything she can pick up.” “Several million years”....
(As he gazes there, Sarah enters and goes out to pull up the other curtain. She apparently does so for some red rays slowly gather about the fossil. The room is darker. She re-enters and stands there looking at him. Hood gives a sigh of relief, and determination: he puts on his hat, and, with hands in his pockets, goes off whistling.
Sarah stands there as the room darkens. Then she goes over near the seat and begins to mop.)
Sarah
Moppin’ and scrubbin’ ... moppin’....
(She pauses and gives a glance at the Brontosaurus on whose skull are now centered the rays of the setting sun.)