Ooh—
JOHN III
That's funnier than mine.
[Jonathan turns his head this time and sees the full horror of the thing.
Mlle. Perrault and Susan have realized too late to protect Jonathan.
MLLE. PERRAULT
John! Mary! Tell the little boy good-bye. We must go.
[Jonathan looks toward Susan and Albert. There is pity in Susan's eyes and a smile in Albert's.
SUSAN
Albert, come—let's go!
[They pass into the house.
JOHN III [Almost as Susan speaks
Wasn't he funniest of all!
MLLE. PERRAULT
Now, run along, children. Run along.
MARY
Look, I can make a hump-back.
JOHN III
So can I.
MARY
Not a good one!
JOHN III
You can't touch mine.
[He smacks Mary on the back and runs off, Mary following him.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Little man, I'm very sorry. You mustn't let them hurt you. They are only children.
JONATHAN
Yes, ma'am.... Thank you.
MLLE. PERRAULT
May I do something for you?
JONATHAN
No, ma'am… if you please… I must go to Hank.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Here, take this—
[She offers a coin.
JONATHAN
Oh, no, ma'am....
[He puts his hand behind him.
MLLE. PERRAULT
I am sorry.... Very, very sorry.
JONATHAN
Yes, ma'am.
[Mlle. Perrault goes out silently, and in a moment she is heard to call "Marie"—"John," and a distant answer is heard.
Susan comes to the door and sees Jonathan. She crosses to him. He looks at her almost with madness in his eyes.
SUSAN
They didn't mean to hurt you.
[She lays her hand on his arm.
JONATHAN
Yes, I know.
[There is a moment of the tenderest, most understanding silence. He turns away.