Isn't her soul her
own?
MARTIN. Hadn't you heard she'd sold it?
TIPPY. [_Glumly._] That's a hell of a note.--I hope Ted gets back
in time. I don't want my dinner party spoiled.
MARTIN. He'll be back.
TIPPY. He looked nifty in the new clothes, didn't he? Laura will
like them.
MARTIN. Let's hope she doesn't say too much about them.
TIPPY. She'll be too busy telling you what a fine husband she has.
MARTIN. And her husband will tell me what a fine job he has, and
all about the sweet spirit of loyalty that exists in that wonderful
corporation. [_Stops to light cigarette._] Jesus, Tippy, if
prosperity really does come back, life is going to be an awful bore
for us revolutionists.
[_There is a knock_, TIPPY _goes and lets_ KEN _and_ LAURA _in.
They are happy and gay and terribly in love. She can hardly keep
her hands from caressing him. She finds threads to flick off his
sleeve and must straighten his tie._]
LAURA. [_Embracing_ TIPPY.] YOU dear!
KEN. Hello--hello.
LAURA. Hello, Martin,--you still a Communist?
MARTIN. And how!
LAURA. [_To_ TIPPY.] Are Kate and Ted going to be here too?
TIPPY. You bet!
LAURA. Oh, how grand! It's going to be like old times.
KEN. [_Tolerantly._] For anyone who so hated those times, Laura, I
must say ...
LAURA. [_Positively._] They were good times.--Except that you
wouldn't have me.
KEN.
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