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STRANGE INTERLUDE
Well, what do you suspect is wrong with the patient now.
Doctor? (She laughs nervously.)
Sit down, Ned, I suppose you can't help your diagnosing
stare. (She turns from him and sits down in the rocker at
centre.) DARRELL
(Quickly averting his eyes - sits down -jokingly.)
Same old unjust accusation! You were always reading
diagnosis into me, when what I was really thinking was what fine eyes you had, or what a becoming gown, or - NINA
(Smiling.)
Or what a becoming alibi you could cook up! Oh, I know
you! (With a sudden change of mood she laughs gaily and
naturally?) But you're forgiven - that is, if you can explain why you've
never been to see us* DARRELL
* Honestly, Nina, I've been so rushed with work I haven't
had a chance to go anywhere. NINA
Or an inclination!
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