SHEFFIELD-Sstt![As JAYSON looks up-in a whisper.] Let's go out and leave him alone. Perhaps he'll sleep.

JAYSON-[Starting to follow SHEFFIELD, hesitates and puts a hand on his son's shoulder.]Curt. Remember I'm your father. Can't you confide in me? I'll do anything to help.

CURTIS-[Harshly.]No, Dad. Leave me alone.

JAYSON-[Piqued.]As you wish.[He starts to go.]

CURTIS-And send Big in to me as soon as he comes.

JAYSON-[Stops, appears about to object-then remarks coldly.]Very well-if you insist.[He switches off the lights. He hesitates at the door uncertainly, then opens it and goes out. There is a pause. Then CURT lifts his head and peers about the room. Seeing he is alone he springs to his feet and begins to pace back and forth, his teeth clenched, his features working convulsively. Then, as if attracted by an irresistible impulse, he goes to the closed door and puts his ear to the crack. He evidently hears his wife's moans for he starts away-in agony.]

CURTIS-Oh, Martha, Martha! Martha, darling![He flings himself in the chair by the fireplace-hides his face in his hands and sobs bitterly. There is a ring from somewhere in the house. Soon after there is a knock at the door. CURTIS doesn't hear at first but when it is repeated he mutters huskily.] Come in.[BIGELOW enters. CURT looks up at him.] Close that door, Big, for God's sake!

BIGELOW-[Does so-then taking off his overcoat, hat, and throwing them on the lounge comes quickly over to CURT.]I got over as soon as I could.[As he sees CURT's face he starts and says sympathetically.] By Jove, old man, you look as though you'd been through hell!

CURTIS-[Grimly.]I have. I am.

BIGELOW-[Slapping his back.]Buck up![Then anxiously.] How's Martha?

CURTIS-She's in hell, too-

BIGELOW-[Attempting consolation.]You're surely not worrying, are you? Martha is so strong and healthy there's no doubt of her pulling through in fine shape.

CURTIS-She should never have attempted this.[After a pause.] I've a grudge against you, Big. It was you bringing your children over here that first planted this in her mind.

BIGELOW-[After a pause.]I've guessed you thought that. That's why you haven't noticed me-or them-over here so much lately. I'll confess that I felt you-[Angrily.]And the infernal gossip- I'll admit I thought that you-oh, damn this rotten town, anyway!

CURTIS-[Impatiently.]Oh, for God's sake![Bitterly.] I didn't want you here to discuss Bridgetown gossip.

BIGELOW-I know, old man, forgive me.[In spite of the closed door one of MARTHA's agonized moans is heard. They both shudder.]

CURTIS-[In a dead, monotonous tone.]She has been moaning like that hour after hour. I shall have those sounds in my ears until the day I die. Nothing can ever make me forget-nothing.

BIGELOW-[Trying to distract him.]Deuce take it, Curt, what's the matter with you? I never thought you'd turn morbid.

CURTIS-[Darkly.]I've changed, Big-I hardly know myself any more.

BIGELOW-Once you're back on the job again, you'll be all right. You're still determined to go on this expedition, aren't you?

CURTIS-Yes. I was supposed to join them this week in New York but I've arranged to catch up with them in China-as soon as it's possible for us to go.

BIGELOW-Us? You mean you still plan to take-

CURTIS-[Angrily aggressive.]Yes, certainly! Why not? Martha ought to be able to travel in a month or so.

BIGELOW-Yes, but-do you think it would be safe to take the child?

CURTIS-[With a bitter laugh.]Yes-I was forgetting the child, wasn't I?[Viciously.] But perhaps-[Then catching himself with a groan.]Oh, damn all children, Big!

BIGELOW-[Astonished.]Curt!

CURTIS-[In anguish.]I can't help it-I've fought against it. But it's there-deep down in me-and I can't drive it out. I can't!

BIGELOW-[Bewildered.]What, Curt?

CURTIS-Hatred! Yes, hatred! What's the use of denying it? I must tell someone and you're the only one who might understand.[With a wild laugh.] For you-hated your wife, didn't you?

BIGELOW-[Stunned.]Good God, you don't mean you hate-Martha?

CURTIS-[Raging.]Hate Martha? How dare you, you fool! I love Martha-love her with every miserable drop of blood in me-with all my life-all my soul! She is my whole world-everything! Hate Martha! God, man, have you gone crazy to say such a mad thing?[Savagely.] No. I hate it. It!

BIGELOW-[Shocked.]Curt! Don't you know you can't talk like that- now-when-CURTIS-[Harshly.]It has made us both suffer torments-not only now-every day, every hour, for months and months. Why shouldn't I hate it, eh?

BIGELOW-[Staring at his friend's wild, distorted face with growing horror.]Curt! Can't you realize how horrible-

CURTIS-Yes, it's horrible. I've told myself that a million times.[With emphasis.] But it's true!

BIGELOW-[Severely.]Shut up! You're not yourself. Come, think for a moment. What would Martha feel if she heard you going on this way? Why-it would kill her!

CURTIS-[With a sobbing groan.]Oh, I know, I know![After a pause.] She read it in my eyes. Yes, it's horrible, but when I saw her there suffering so frightfully-I couldn't keep it out of my eyes. I tried to force it back-for her sake-but I couldn't. I was holding her hands and her eyes searched mine with such a longing question in them-and she read only my hatred there, not my love for her. And she screamed and seemed to try to push me away. I wanted to kneel down and pray for forgiveness-to tell her it was only my love for her-that I couldn't help it. And then the doctors told me to leave-and now the door is locked against me-[He sobs.]

BIGELOW-[Greatly moved.]This is only your damned imagination. They put you out because you were in their way, that's all. And as for Martha, she was probably suffering so much-

CURTIS-No. She read it in my eyes. I saw that look in hers-of horror-horror of me!

BIGELOW-[Gruffly.]You're raving, damn it!

CURTIS-[Unheeding.]It came home to her then-the undeniable truth.[With a groan.] Isn't it fiendish that I should be the one to add to her torture-in spite of myself-in spite of all my will to conceal it! She will never forgive me, never! And how can I forgive myself?