My child? (He laughs.)
Tom
Many a man before you has tried to deny paternity with a laugh.
Grant
But you’re old enough to be my father. Are you accusing me of improving on Nature?
Tom
All artists do. (Picking up manuscript of The Lonely Way.) Here’s how you described me. (Reading) “... his eyes have a relentless coldness when they narrow ... mouth firm but cruel.... Not attractive but impressive.” There I am. Read it for yourself.
Grant
Then you are—?
Tom