MARTIN _sits at a table with a pencil, sketching, evidently
using_ TED, _whose face is exposed to him in profile, as a model._

_There is an air of tense, long waiting. Little is said, and then
spoken in quick and jerky tempo, with long pauses_.

LAURA. If I only knew where he was.

MARTIN. He's best alone, wherever he is--until he gets ready to
come home.

[_Silence._]

LAURA. If I knew he was all right!

MARTIN. He's all right.

[_Silence,_ LAURA _sits down apart from the others_, TED _rises and
crosses to her. She does not look at him. He speaks haltingly._]

TED. Laura. Is there anything I can do? I am very sorry, very sorry
it happened.

LAURA. [_Without looking up._] What good does that do now? You did
it.

TED. Yes, I did it. To say that he provoked me till I was crazed
with shame and anger does not undo it. That is true.