Part 33 (1/2)

IMOGEN.

Now! play! play marbles!

VALENTINE WHITE.

What!

IMOGEN.

Play marbles!

[They go down upon their knees, she deliberately arranges the marbles for the game, he staring at her blankly.]

IMOGEN.

My mark--play.

VALENTINE WHITE.

I beg your pardon, Jenny--I've been all wrong.

IMOGEN.

You have indeed, Val. Play. [He plays seriously.] Not within a mile of it.

VALENTINE WHITE.

My eye is quite out.

IMOGEN.

My turn.

VALENTINE WHITE.

By Jupiter, you're still a crack at it!

IMOGEN.

Am I? Then which of us has changed--you or I? [She lays her hand on his.] Val, don't go away and live in a rock.

VALENTINE WHITE.

What am I to do? I'm poor, Jenny, and I suppose I'm crazy.

IMOGEN.

Any sort of horrid life would suit you, wouldn't it?

VALENTINE WHITE.