What did you go for, darling?
HELEN. I can't tell you.
WILLIAM. Dear, you must tell us. (_She looks at him suddenly. He comes
over and kneels beside her and talks to her as if to a little child._)
My dear, it isn't that we don't trust you. Surely you know how we all
love you? But we must know the truth--because we have to show _him_ how
wrong he is.
DONOHUE (_seated back of table_ R.). Yes, and I'm waiting to be shown.
WILLIAM (_kneeling_ L. _of_ HELEN). Why did you go to Spencer Lee?
HELEN (_sitting on chesterfield_). You mustn't ask me that. I can't tell
you.
CROSBY (_still on chesterfield_). But if you don't tell us, how can we
help you?
HELEN. I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything.
CROSBY. We know that, my child. But why did you go? (HELEN _does not
answer_.) Did you know Spencer Lee?
WILLIAM. Of course she didn't.
DONOHUE (_seated back of table_ R.). Why don't she speak for herself?
WILLIAM. Because I'll speak for her.
CROSBY. Can't you answer even that question?
(HELEN _shakes her head and makes a despairing gesture_.)
WILLIAM. But, dear, don't you see what they'll think? Helen, you must
tell me.
HELEN. Could I speak to mother, alone? (_She rises._)
DONOHUE. You cannot.
(CROSBY _and_ WILLIAM _rise_. CROSBY _moves to_ L. _end of
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