Rather impertinent for a two-thousand-dollar man, I think. [_Resumes breakfast, picks up newspaper. LUCY says nothing, attending to his wants solicitously._] Bah! what does this highbrow know about the power men of my sort can use ... when we have to? [_LUCY cringes dutifully in silence. JOHN, paper in one hand, brusquely pa.s.ses cup to LUCY with other._] Helen got her own way about college, about work, about living in her own apartment--but if she thinks she can put _this_ across!
Humph! These modern women must learn their place. [_LUCY, smiling timidly, returns cup. JOHN takes it without thanks, busied in newspapers. A look of resentment creeps over LUCY"S pretty face, now that he can"t see her._] Ah! I"ve got something up my sleeve for that young woman. [_LUCY says nothing, looks of contempt while he reads._]
Well, why don"t you say something?
LUCY
[_startled_]
I thought you didn"t like me to talk at breakfast, dear.
JOHN
Think I like you to sit there like a mummy? [_No reply._] Haven"t you _any_thing to say? [_Apparently not._] You never have any more, nothing interesting.... Does it ever occur to you that I"d like to be diverted?... No!
LUCY
Yes.... Would you mind very much if ... if I left you, John?
JOHN
Left me? When--where--how long?
LUCY
[_gathering courage_]
Now--any place--entirely.
JOHN
[_bursts out laughing_]
What suddenly put _this_ notion in your head?
LUCY
I"m sorry--John, but I"ve had it--oh, for years. I never dared ask you till now.
JOHN
[_still glancing over paper_]
Like to leave me, would you?... You have no grounds for divorce, my dear.
LUCY
But _you_ will have--after I leave you.
JOHN
[_yawns_]
You have no lover to leave with.
LUCY
[_daintily_]
But couldn"t I just desert you--without anything horrid?
JOHN
[_reads_]
No money to desert with.
LUCY
[_springs up_--_at bay_]
You won"t let me escape decently when I tell you I don"t want to stay?
When I tell you I can"t stand being under your roof any longer? When I tell you I"m sick of this life?
JOHN
[_gets up calmly_]
But, you see, I can stand it. I want you to stay. I"m not sick of it.
You belong to me.
LUCY
[_shrinking away as he approaches_]