[Joy bends her head.]
But if it was your Mother, why does n't she——
JOY. Let me go!
DICK. [Still holding her.] I mean I can't see what——
JOY. [Passionately.] Let me go!
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!