[After a pause, silently the figure of a young woman emerges from the dark and stands on the embankment. She is bareheaded and ill clad.
[Joel touches Andrew, who turns and looks toward her. Silently she steals down to him and they embrace.
ANDREW. My Nell!
ELLEN. Nearly a year——
ANDREW. Now, at last!
ELLEN. Hold me close, Andy.
ANDREW. You're better?
ELLEN. Let's forget—just for now.
ANDREW. Is he grown much?
ELLEN. Grown? You should see him! But so ill! What could I do? You see——