THE EQUINOX
[EUPHEMIA looks up and darts a furious glance at him; for
she knows that he is mocking British solemnity and
cant.
DELHOMME. Crushed—crushed in a moment
MRS. ossory [very fiously|. Without a warning. Ah
well, we must hope that [Her voice becomes a mumble.
DELHOMME. I will bid you good morning ; I am sure you
will not wish strangers to intrude upon your grief. If there
is anything that I can do
MR. OssorY [conventionally]. Pray do not leave us yet,
Monsieur Delhomme. Lunch is just ready.
DELHOMME. I really think that I should go.
[He shakes hands.
MRS. ossory. Good morning. We are so grateful for your
sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grand-
father is asleep.
[DELHOMME shakes hands coldly with carr, wondering why
he does not offer to come with him. He goes to
EUPHEMIA.
EUPHEMIA. [Jumps up and gives her hand, hiding her
tear-stained face. She has a slight lis.) Good morning,
monsieur. [He bends over her hand and kisses tt.
DELHOMME. Always my sympathy and devotion, made-
moiselle.
EUPHEMIA. Thank you—thank you.
[Her real attitude to him ts listlessness bordering on
aversion, but constrained by politeness; he mistakes
tt for modesty striving with young love.)
DELHOMME. Good morning, Mr. Ossory. Anything I
can do, of course; anything I can do.
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