And when
he's with her, you be there, too.
LETITIA. [In great agitation.] I'll go home right now and see to him!
[Exit.]
DR. MASTERSON. [Sighs.] Oh, dear! And I was waiting for Henry to play
billiards with!
MRS. MASTERSON. You might get Anna to play billiards with you. No
doubt she's an expert.
[Exit right.]
[DR. MASTERSON sighs, shakes his head, and resumes reading.]
OCEANA. [Enters, radiant, clad in an ermine cloak.] Well, Uncle
Quincy!
DR. MASTERSON. Oceana! Bless me! How gorgeous!
OCEANA. [Takes it off and throws it on the chair.] It's really too
warm for walking.
DR. MASTERSON. I should have thought, coming from a tropical climate .
. .
OCEANA. Ah, but my blood circulates, you see. [Sits opposite him.]
Uncle Quincy, I want to have a talk with you.
DR. MASTERSON. Yes, my dear?
OCEANA. Uncle Quincy, why do you let Aunt Sophronia and Letitia
frighten you the way they do?
DR. MASTERSON. My dear girl!
OCEANA. Take yesterday afternoon, for instance - what I said about
syphilis. You know I was right, and yet you didn't dare say so.
DR. MASTERSON. Really, Oceana . . .
OCEANA. You are an educated man - a man of science. You know what
modern ideas are. And yet you consent to be walked all over!
DR. MASTERSON. My dear . . .
OCEANA. Here are these women . . . they have leisure and opportunity .
. . they ought to be doing some good in the world. And yet they
haven't an idea except to act as other people think they ought to act!
DR.
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