I've got to. I told [_Rises, and crosses to
left_.] Madison [LAURA _turns her head_.]--pardon me, but I must do
this--that if this time ever came I'd have you write him the truth.
Before we go any further I'd like you to do that now.
LAURA. Say good-bye? [_Turns to_ WILL.
WILL. Just that.
LAURA. I wouldn't know how to begin. It will hurt him awfully deeply.
WILL. It'll be worse if you don't. He'll like you for telling him. It
would be honest, and that is what he expects.
LAURA. Must I--now?
WILL. I think you should.
LAURA. [_Goes to table and sits down_.] How shall I begin, Will?
WILL. [_Standing back of table_.] You mean you don't know what to say?
LAURA. Yes.
WILL. Then I'll dictate.
LAURA. I'll do just as you say. You're the one to tell me now.
WILL. Address it the way you want to. [_She complies_.] I'm going to
be pretty brutal. In the long run I think that is best, don't you?
LAURA. It's up to you.
WILL. Ready?
LAURA. Begin.
WILL. [_Dictating_.] "All I have to say can be expressed in one word,
'good-bye.' I shall not tell you where I've gone, but remind you
of what Brockton told you the last time he saw you. He is here now
[_Pause_.], dictating this letter. What I am doing is voluntary--my
own suggestion. Don't grieve. Be happy and successful. I do not love
you"--
[_She puts pen down; looks at him_.
LAURA. Will--please.
WILL. It has got to go just that way--"I do not love you." Sign
it "Laura." [_She does it_.] Fold it, put it in an envelope--seal
it--address it. Now shall I mail it?
LAURA. No. If you don't mind I'd sooner. It's a sort of a last--last
message.
WILL. [_Crosses to armchair; gets coat, puts it on_.] All right.
You're a little upset now, and I'm going. We are all to dine at
Martin's to-night at seven-thirty. There'll be a party. Of course
you'll come. [_Gets hat and cane_.
LAURA. I don't think I can. You see--
WILL. I know. I guess there's enough there [_Indicating money_.] for
your immediate needs. Later you can straighten things up. Shall I send
the car?
LAURA. Yes, please.
WILL. Good. It will be the first happy evening I've had in a long,
long time. You'll be ready?
[_Approaches and bends over her as if to caress her_.
LAURA. [_Shrinking away_.] Please don't. Remember we don't dine until
seven-thirty.
WILL. All right. [_Exit_.
_For a moment_ LAURA _sits silent, and then angrily rises, crosses
up to dresser, gets alcohol lamp, cro
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