(She nods toward the pillow and pincushion.)
GEORGE. Better!
(He seizes her hands and attempts to draw her toward him.)
You used to let me!
MINNIE. That ain't any reason.
GEORGE. Just once, Minnie,—I'm going away.
MINNIE. No. I didn't mean to come in here—I just wanted to see what you looked like in your uniform.
(She draws away from him, just as Dr. JONATHAN appears in the
doorway, lower right.)
Goodbye, George.
(She goes out through the doorway, upper right.)
(DR. JONATHAN may be almost any age,—in reality about thirty five.
His head is that of the thinker, high above the eyes. His face
bears evidence in its lines of years of labour and service, as well
as of a triumphant struggle against ill health. In his eyes is a
thoughtful yet illuminating smile, now directed toward GEORGE who,
when he perceives him, is taken aback,)