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SCENE.─A room in BRANSCOMBE'S flat, London. |
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BRANSCOMBE, a star actor, is seen lounging in an easy chair, smoking a cigar, and reading a newspaper. |
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He is rather a big, handsome man, full of himself, about 40. |
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Enter to him ROWLAND MORLEY, about 35, a cultured Oxford Graduate─a dramatic author. |
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BRANSCOMBE fakes a pencil and "cuts" page after page ruthlessly. |
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MORLEY seats himself at the table, opens a notebook, and prepares to take notes. |
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Flops into an easy chair─MORLEY laughingly fans him, and hands him a whiskey and soda. |
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Enter GERALDINE O'CONNOR, a refined, pretty, girl with delicate colouring, sad-looking, and quietly dressed. |
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She shrinks back to the door, drops letters on chair. |
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There is a tense silence, they are both agitated. |
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Branscombe looks on with astonishment. |
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A painful silence. |
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BRANSCOMBE turns back. |
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BRANSCOMBE walks up and down the room, deeply moved. |
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MORLEY goes to GERALDINE, and tries to comfort her, but she draws away from him. |
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GERALDINE looks up at BRANSCOMBE wonderingly. |
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She slowly holds out her hand, he grasps it, she bursts into tears. |
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The two men are deeply affected, unable for a few moments to trust themselves to speak. |
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Blows his nose to hide his emotion and tries to whistle a tune. |
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MORLEY and GERALDINE silently move to back of stage, furtively watch BRANSCOMBE, and exchange mischievous smiles. |
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A laugh escapes them. |
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MORLEY and GERALDINE laugh again. |
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CURTAIN |