ey, _who has finished
her talk with_ Mrs. Turner, _who goes out to the hall,
approaches_ Eileen _at just this moment._ Murray _stops in his
tracks, fuming. He and_ Eileen _exchange a glance of helpless
annoyance._)

MISS BAILEY (_her thin face full of the satisfaction of misery finding
company--plucks at_ Eileen's _sleeve_). Say, Carmody, she sent you back
to bed, too, didn't she?

EILEEN (_absent-mindedly_). I suppose----

MISS BAILEY. You suppose? Don't you know? Of course she did. I got to
go, too. (_Pulling_ Eileen's _sleeve._) Come on. Let's get out of here.
I hate this place, don't you?

STANTON (_calling the next_). Hopper!

FLYNN (_shouts to_ Murray _as he is going out to the hall_). I hit 'er
for a two-bagger, Steve. Come on now, Bo, and bring me home! 'Atta,
boy! (_Grinning gleefully, he slouches out._ Doctor Stanton _and all
the patients laugh._)

MISS BAILEY (_with irritating persistence_). Come on, Carmody. You've
got to go to bed, too.

EILEEN (_at the end of her patience--releasing her arm from the other's
grasp_). Let me alone, will you? I don't have to go to bed now--not
till to-morrow morning.

MISS BAILEY (_despairingly, as if she couldn't believe her ears_). You
don't have to go to bed?

EILEEN. Not now--no.

MISS BAILEY (_in a whining rage_). Why not? You've been running a temp,
too, and I haven't. You must have a pull, that's what! It isn't fair.
I'll bet you lost more than I did, too! What right have you got----
Well, I'm not going to bed if you don't. Wait 'n' see!

EILEEN (_turning away, revolted_). Go away! Leave me alone, please.

STANTON. Lowenstein!

MISS BAILEY (_turns to the hall door, whining_). All right for you! I'm
going to find out. It isn't square. I'll write home.

(_She disappears in the hallway._ Murray _strides over to_
Eileen, _whose strength seems to have left her and who is leaning
weakly against the table._)

MURRAY. Thank God--at last! Isn't it hell--all these fools! I couldn't
get to you. What did Old Lady Grundy have to say to you? I saw her
giving me a hard look. Was it about us--the old stuff? (Eileen _nods
with downcast eyes._) What did she say? Never mind now. You can tell me
in a minute. It's my turn next. (_His eyes glance towards the scales._)

EILEEN (_intensely_). Oh, Stephen, I wish you weren't going away!

MURRAY (_excitedly_). Maybe I'm not. It's exciting--like gambling--if I
win----

STANTON. M