Philo (angrily)
Dr. Seymour knows you've come?
Reba
Yes. He said you might like the surprise. Don't you like it, Philo?
(Comes near him. Philo turns away and busies himself about the table and shelves as if he meant to ignore her utterly. Reba watches him, then goes to window and takes a large apple from the ledge. Comes back.)
Reba
I brought you an apple—such a love of an apple. There's a whole summer of sunsets in it. I climbed the tree myself.
Philo (not looking)
Thank you; I don't eat.