Aunt Letitia enters. As usual she has something to keep her hands busy. She seats herself comfortably in a chair that custom has evidently made her very own. In her work she shows the effect of time upon her eyes and she may feel a tiny draught that causes her to close the doors behind her and draw her scarf a bit more closely about her. Never has Aunt Letitia seemed more successfully the poor relation.
LETITIA
I thought you were out with John.
NATHANIEL
No.
[Jonathan is looking at the manuscript.
LETITIA (to Jonathan)
How do you feel, dear?
JONATHAN
Fine;... I think I'll go in the house and read this.