[She folds the tablecloth up and puts it away.

BEN (in front of fire)

She knew what I was doin’ for her too; you could tell by the way she looked at me! She’ll be all right, poor old critter. I remember her when she was a colt, year before I went to high school.

[Jane crosses into room, shutting the dining-room door after her.

JANE

You like animals, don’t you, Ben?

BEN (surprised)

I don’t know. I don’t like to see ’em suffer.

JANE

Why?