No, I don't, but I always understood him, I think.
[The voice below calls again, "Where are you?"
Come up here, my boy. Come up to the lumber room.
[Steps are heard on the stairs, young eager steps, and Nathaniel Clay bursts into the room. He is an eternally young man of thirty-five, who has touched the dregs and the heights of the world and remained himself.
NATHANIEL [taking Letitia in his arms, then holding her from him as he inspects her.
Aunt Letty! Not a day older.... But oh, so wise.
LETITIA
Nathaniel, my boy, my darling, darling boy.
NATHANIEL
Now, now. Don't cry.