Violet.
Isn't it? I don't mean to be unkind, Ronny.
Ronny.
Oh, I'm so miserable!
[She gives a little cry and looks at him. She presses her hands to her heart.]
Violet.
Let us go on with the letters.
[Silently he writes. She does not watch him, but looks hopelessly into space. She is unable to restrain a sob.]
Ronny.
You're crying.