It seems to me there's more than a trace of
individuality in this present outburst, Ethel.
ETHEL. Yes, but it's the first time, mother.
LETITIA. Some one is coming. [Turns to door.] Oh! Henry!
HENRY. [Enters; a handsome, powerfully-built man; smooth shaven,
immaculate, reserved in manner.] Well, has the sea-witch arrived?
MRS. MASTERSON. Not yet.
DR. MASTERSON. Freddy's gone to meet her with the limousine.
HENRY. I see. And the steamer?
MRS. MASTERSON. It was to have docked two hours ago.
HENRY. Well, that means that I won't see her till tomorrow evening.
I've got to run down to Providence to-night.
LETITIA. What's the matter?
HENRY. Nothing important . . . just a business matter that requires my
presence. Make my apologies; and goodbye, my dear.
[Kisses LETITIA.]
LETITIA. Henry, I wish you'd wait a moment.
HENRY. What for, my dear?
LETITIA. Mother has something to say . . .
MRS. MASTERSON. I want to talk to you about this idea of going to the
country in the winter-time.
HENRY. Oh! There's no use talking about that, Mrs. Masterson. I see I
can't have my way, so there's no more to be said. I'm not the sort of
man to sulk.
MRS. MASTERSON. But such an idea, Henry! For a delicate woman like
Letitia . . .
HENRY. I know . . . I know. I'd have taken care of her . . . but that
doesn't interest her. And, of course, I can't take the children away
from her, and there's not much fun in the country alone.
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