.

 

 

(He speaks the lyric)

 

 

The joys of love Are but a moment long, The pain of love Endures forever.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

And is that true? (TOM shrugs his shoulders) You sang as, though you knew all about the pains of love.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

And you don't think I do?

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Well . . .

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

You're right.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Only the joys.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

Neither, really. (Teapot whistles off stage.)

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Then you're a fake. Listening to you, one would think you knew everything there was to know. (Rises and goes to next room for tea) Anyway, I don't believe it. A boy like you.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

It's true.

 

 

 

 

LAURA (Off stage)

 

 

Aren't you bringing someone to the dance after the play Saturday?

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

Yes.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Well, there.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

You.

 

 

 

 

LAURA (Reappears in doorway with teapot)

 

 

Me?

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

Yes, you're going to be a hostess, aren't you?

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Yes, of course, but . . .

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

As a member of the committee, I'm taking you. All the committee drew lots . . .

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

And you lost.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

I won.

 

 

 

 

LAURA (A little embarrassed by this)

 

 

Oh. My husband could have taken me.

 

 

(She sits down again in her chair.)

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

He's not going to be in town. Don't you remember, Mountain Climbing Club has its final outing this week-end.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Oh, yes, of course. I'd forgotten.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

He's out a lot on that kind of thing, isn't he? (LAURA ignores his probing) I hope you're not sorry that I'm to be your escort.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Why, I'll be honored.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

I'm supposed to find out tactfully and without your knowing it what color dress you'll be wearing.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Why?

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

The committee will send you a corsage.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Oh, how nice. Well, I don't have much to choose from, I guess my yellow.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

The boy who's in charge of getting the flowers thinks a corsage should be something like a funeral decoration. So I'm taking personal charge of getting yours.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Thank you.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

You must have gotten lots of flowers when you were acting in the theater.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Oh, now and then. Nothing spectacular.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

I can't understand how a person would give up the theater to come and live in a school . . . I'm sorry. I mean, I'm glad you did, but, well . . .

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

If you knew the statistics on unemployed actors, you might understand. Anyway, I was never any great shakes at it.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

I can't believe that.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Then take my word for it.

 

 

 

 

TOM (After a moment, looking into the fire, pretending to be casual, but actually touching on his love for LAURA)

 

 

Did you ever do any of Shaw's plays?

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Yes.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

We got an assignment to read any Shaw play we wanted. I picked Candida .

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Because it was the shortest?

 

 

 

 

TOM (Laughs)

 

 

No . . . because it sounded like the one I'd like the best, one I could understand. Did you ever play Candida?

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

In stock -- a very small stock company, way up in Northern Vermont.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

Do you think she did right to send Marchbanks away?

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Well, Shaw made it seem right. Don't you think?

 

 

 

 

TOM (Really talking about himself)

 

 

That Marchbanks sure sounded off a lot. I could never sound off like that, even if I loved a woman the way he did. She could have made him seem awfully small if she'd wanted to.

 

 

 

 

LAURA

 

 

Well, I guess she wasn't that kind of woman.