EILEEN (evasively). Oh—nothing. Don't ask me,Stephen.
MURRAY (with sudden anger). I don't have to ask you. I can guess. Another letter from home—or from that ass, eh?
EILEEN (shaking her head). No, it isn't that. (Shelooks at him as if imploring him to comprehend.)
MURRAY (furiously). Of course, you'd deny it. You always do. But don't you suppose I've got eyes? It's been the same damn thing all the time you've been here. After every nagging letter—thank God they don't write often any more!—you've been all in; and after their Sunday visits—you can thank God they've been few, too—you're utterly knocked out. It's a shame! The selfish swine!