[_Sinks into apathy._] In the morning!
TIPPY. [_Returning._] Well ...
MARTIN. It's been a fine day!
TIPPY. Yes--great!
MARTIN. That was a good idea you had, reunion of the Class of '29.
TIPPY. I meant well.
LAURA. Of course you did!
TIPPY. We'll have one yet, I tell you.
LAURA. And soon.
TIPPY. And we'll all have jobs.
LAURA. Real jobs--important jobs!
[_They try to make_ KEN _pay attention, but he doesn't._]
TIPPY. Mr. Prescott will discover that Ken is really a genius and...
MARTIN. And he'll fabricate the houses; millions of houses, all
according to Ken's plans--millions and millions and millions of
'em--and all for individualists.
TIPPY. Hi, Laura, you'll have advance models!
LAURA. Like a Paris frock.
TIPPY. You'll be the envy of all women.
LAURA. I know it--because Ken will be so famous; and I'll be proud.
[_There is a rapping at the door_, TIPPY _opens and_ POLICEMAN
_enters, bringing_ KATE, _who is in state of collapse_, KEN
_continues to sit staring bitterly into space. Repeats out loud:
Feel better about it in the morning_, LAURA _rushes to_ KATE.]
Kate! What happened?
POLICEMAN. Friend of yours?
TIPPY. Yes, that's right.
[KATE _stares wildly, shivers_, LAURA _attends her_. POLICEMAN
_draws_ TIPPY _and_ MARTIN _aside._]
POLICEMAN. Theodore Brooks--you knew him?
TIPPY. Yes. What happened?
POLICEMAN.
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