--What do I want? I want to apologize. Tell
him I want to apologize. [_Pause._] Hello, Mr. Prescott? This is
Kenneth Holden. I called up to apologize. [_His voice is still
high._] I called you up earlier in the evening, Mr. Prescott, and
criticized our working arrangement. Well, sir, I have become
convinced that the work is more important than the arrangement, so
with your kind permission ... [_Listens, as to an interruption. His
confident manner slowly disappears. He listens with growing
humiliation._] I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to use that tone.
Yes--I mean it.--Yes, sir.... [_Almost in a whisper._] Thank you.
[_Slowly, with an air of absolute defeat, he hangs up the
receiver._]
BISHOP. My son, that was a brave thing. It's wisest for you to keep
the arrangement for the present, until ... it won't be long ...
[_Clears his throat; looks at his watch._] My train. I've just time
to catch it. [_To_ KEN.] You'll feel better about it in the
morning, son.
TIPPY. I'll call you a cab, sir.
KEN. Good-bye, dad.
[BISHOP _and_ TIPPY _go._]
MARTIN. [_To no one at all._] Damn it all!
LAURA. If you'd kept still he wouldn't have done it.
KEN. [_Roughly._] Are you ashamed? Trying to apologize for my
apologizing?
LAURA. No, Ken, no.
KEN. You're right to be ashamed of me....
MARTIN. Damn if anybody makes sense around here!
KEN. Didn't you hear my father? He said I'd feel better about it in
the morning.
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