DICK. [Releasing her.] I'm thinking of your Mother, Joy. She would never——
JOY. [Covering her face.] That man!
DICK. But joy, just think! There must be some mistake. It 's so queer—it 's quite impossible!
JOY. He won't let her.
DICK. Won't let her—won't let her? But [Stopping dead, and in a very different voice.] Oh!
JOY. [Passionately.] Why d' you look at me like that? Why can't you speak?
[She waits for him to speak, but he does not.]
I'm going to show what he is, so that Mother shan't speak to him again. I can—can't I—if I tell Uncle Tom?—can't I——?
DICK. But Joy—if your Mother knows a thing like—that——
JOY. She wanted to tell—she begged him—and he would n't.