No—no—no. It ought to go this way.
[He sings it as he had sung it years before.
SUSAN
You sing that just as Jonathan used to sing it.
JONATHAN
I like it that way.
SUSAN
Did Jonathan teach it to you?
JONATHAN
Yes.... A long time ago.
SUSAN
Did he tell you—
JONATHAN
About the lovely lady who danced to the tune? Oh, she was wonderful!
SUSAN
Jonathan ran away—and he never wrote to me or thought of me.
JONATHAN
He thought of you and he talked of you and he sang of you.
SUSAN
No.... I can't believe that.
JONATHAN
Jonathan loves you very much.
SUSAN
If a man loves a woman very much he can't go away from her for years and years.
JONATHAN
Suppose Jonathan had pride and was ashamed to let you know that he had failed.
SUSAN
Jonathan wouldn't fail. I know Jonathan.
JONATHAN
He—Susan Sample!
[Susan plays softly. She is lovely in the sunlight which is lengthening across the lawn.
[Jonathan watches her quietly. The love of the boy fans into flame and he reaches out to her, then in the consciousness of his deformity he turns away.
SUSAN
Will you tell me where Jonathan was when you last saw him?
JONATHAN
I don't know—The last time I saw Jonathan—he was tall and straight—and making his way.
SUSAN
Oh, well.
[Albert Peet enters. He is a little man of immaculate appearance and great preciseness.
ALBERT
Ah, Susan.
SUSAN
Albert, you are late.
ALBERT
Who is this?
SUSAN
This is a friend of Jonathan's.
ALBERT
Jonathan who?
SUSAN