The Children's Hour

Gone.

Will he be back in time for dinner?

No.

We’ll save dinner for him, then. Karen! What’s the matter?

He won’t be back any more.

You mean he won’t be back anymore tonight.

He won’t be back at all.

What happened? … What happened, Karen?

He thought that we had been lovers.

I don’t believe you.

All right.

I don’t believe it. He’s never said a word all these months, all during the trial— Didn’t you tell him? For God’s sake didn’t you tell him it wasn’t true?

Yes.

He didn’t believe you?

I guess he believed me.

Then what have you done?

What had to be done.

It’s all wrong. It’s silly. He’ll be back in a little while and you’ll clear it all up— God, I wanted that for you so much.

Don’t. I feel sick to my stomach.

What’s happened to us? What’s really happened to us?

I don’t know. I want to be sleepy. I want to go to sleep.

Go back to Joe. He’s strong; he’ll understand. It’s too much for you this way.

Stop talking about it. Let’s pack and get out of here. Let’s take the train in the morning.

The train to where?

I don’t know. Some place; any place.

A job? Money?

In a big place we could get something to do.

They’d know about us. We’ve been famous.

A small town, then.

They’d know more about us.

Isn’t there anywhere to go?

No. There’ll never be any place for us to go. We’re