B. Steinhart--" And in _ink!_ Why didn't he
write it with a lead-pencil? How can I make it more? Two--wait a minute!
Two! [_Taking out his own stylographic pen._] What's his ink? [_Makes a
mark with his pen on his cuff._] Good! the same! Why not make it twelve?
[_Marking a one before the two._] Just in case--I might as well be on
the safe side!
[_He rings an electric bell beside the mantel, and waves the paper in
the air to dry it._ BLANCHE _enters Right._
BLANCHE. I heard the doctor go. Is anything serious the matter?
STERLING. _If_ it were my _body_ only that had gone wrong, Blanche!
[LEONARD _enters Left._
[_To_ LEONARD.] Take this prescription round the corner and have it put
up.
LEONARD. Yes, sir.
STERLING. And bring it to me with a glass of water.
LEONARD. Yes, sir.
[_He goes out Left._
[BLANCHE _is still standing._ STERLING _sinks into a chair, and puts his
head in his hands, his elbows on the table. He lifts his head and looks
at her._
STERLING. I know what you're going to do; you don't have to tell me; of
course you're going to divorce me.
BLANCHE. No.
STERLING. What!
[_His hands drop to the table; he looks her straight in the face,
doubting what he hears._
BLANCHE. [_Looking back into his eyes.
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