Poe. (Looking into her eyes) You are a wise little piece.
Mrs. C. This is painful, Edgar. Of course he must not call.
Poe. Call! Let him but look toward the house again, and I ’ll give him a drubbing that will make him forget the first one! The coward! He would n’t meet me—after—
Vir. How about the frowns, Edgar?
Poe. (Smiling) Let him go!
Mrs. C. You should not make such bitter enemies at the beginning of life, my boy.
Poe. He can not touch me. He is not of my world.
Mrs. C. We are all of one world, Edgar, and never know when we may lap fortunes with our foes. Mr. Brackett is going into literature too.
Poe. Yes. The trade and barter part of it. I shall be in the holy temple while he keeps a changer’s table on the steps. (Shrugging) Brackett! Pah!... But goodbye for half an hour. I ’m going to the orchard to take counsel with the birds on my new philosophy. (Starts away) Come, (turning to Virginia) my mocking bird, there won’t be a quorum without you! (Virginia goes to him. Zurie puts her head out of a window and calls.)
Mum Zurie. Mars Nelson comin’ up de lane!