The curtain rises disclosing an empty stage. It is early evening and sunset is leaving only the faintest tinge above the hills. After a moment Jonathan enters. He is unchanged except that he still carries in his eyes some of the horror of his delirium. He opens the back windows and then sits above the table and begins to look at an illustrated paper.
Nathaniel enters carrying a manuscript. He seems a bit less carefree than at his homecoming, and he also seems closer to Jonathan.
NATHANIEL
Well, my boy—
JONATHAN
Uncle Nathaniel, did you know that Caproni was an artist?
NATHANIEL
You mean the Caproni who makes the wonderful aeroplanes?
JONATHAN
Yes, sir.