(Exit, C. Lee looks after him a second and exits by stairs.)
Enter Nat Williams, C. He is tall, dark complexioned, about thirty-five, and rather self-important. He has the appearance of always getting what he goes after. He glances about. Ariel enters L.
Nat (rushing forward and taking her hand). Ariel! I have been chasing all over Bay Point after you. Hepsy said she thought you came down here. I couldn’t wait to see you again.
Ariel (with an effort). How do you do, Nat?
Nat. I couldn’t realize my good luck when I heard you were at home, although of course I am sorry about your eyes. I wish you would tell me that you are glad to see me.
Ariel. Why, of course I am always glad to see old friends.
Nat. That is too impersonal. I want you to say you are glad to see me.
Ariel. You are somewhat exacting, aren’t you?
Nat. Ariel, don’t talk to me that way. I can’t stand it. You know how much I care, and you must try to care, too.
Ariel. Must?