CRILLY
Marianne—
MRS. CRILLY
Well?
CRILLY
I think I'll stay here and advise the old man.
MRS. CRILLY
No. Go away.
CRILLY (at door of apartments) After all, I'm one of the Guardians, and something might be done.
MRS. CRILLY You can do nothing. We can do nothing for him. Let him go to the strangers.
Crilly goes out.
MRS. CRILLY
Anna!
ANNA
Yes, mother.
MRS. CRILLY
The Martins are not giving up their house for a year or two?