To be sure. But in The Sand Bar I made her stay with you.
Tom
Yes. That’s one of her grievances.
Grant
Come in, Mrs. Case.
(Grant watches Marie come slowly from behind the curtains, into the light. Then he sees a handsome woman of thirty-five, bien soignée to the last degree. Yet somehow to Grant her manner is an assumption she has acquired and not inherited. Beneath her vivid personality, her unrestrained moods glitter with force if not heat. But now she eyes him steadily with the greatest contempt. She wears a magnificent opera cloak, clutched close to her. She carries a small hand bag.
Though Marie and Tom are aware of each other’s presence, they never address each other; they speak to each other through Grant as though they existed only in him.)
Grant
Do sit down.
Tom