[After a pause.] Well, Andy’s bringing a specialist with him when he comes. That ought to suit you.
Robert—[Bitterly.] Is that why you’re waiting up all night?
Ruth—Yes.
Robert—For Andy?
Ruth—[Without a trace of feeling.] Somebody had got to, when he’s bringing that doctor with him. You can’t tell when he might get here if he’s coming from the port in an auto like he telegraphed us. And besides it’s only right for someone to meet him after he’s been gone five years.
Robert—[With bitter mockery.] Five years! It’s a long time.
Ruth—Yes.
Robert—[Meaningly.] To wait!
Ruth—[Indifferently.] It’s past now.
Robert—Yes, it’s past. [After a pause.] Have you got his two telegrams with you? [Ruth nods.] Let me see them, will you? My head was so full of fever when they came I couldn’t make head or tail to them. [Hastily.] But I’m feeling fine now. Let me read them again. [Ruth takes them from the bosom of her dress and hands them to him.]
Ruth—Here. The first one’s on top.
Robert—[Opening it.] New York. “Just landed from steamer. Have important business to wind up here. Will be home as soon as deal is completed.” [He smiles bitterly.] Business first was always Andy’s motto. [He reads.] “Hope you are all well. Andy.”
