BISHOP.  My son, that was a brave thing.  It’s wisest for you to keep the arrangement for the present, until ... it won’t be long ... [Clears his throat; looks at his watch.] My train.  I’ve just time to catch it. [To KEN.] You’ll feel better about it in the morning, son.

TIPPY.  I’ll call you a cab, sir.

KEN.  Good-bye, dad.

[BISHOP and TIPPY go.]

MARTIN. [To no one at all.] Damn it all!

LAURA.  If you’d kept still he wouldn’t have done it.

KEN. [Roughly.] Are you ashamed?  Trying to apologize for my apologizing?

LAURA.  No, Ken, no.

KEN.  You’re right to be ashamed of me....

MARTIN.  Damn if anybody makes sense around here!

KEN.  Didn’t you hear my father?  He said I’d feel better about it in the morning. [Sinks into apathy.] In the morning!

TIPPY. [Returning.] Well ...

MARTIN.  It’s been a fine day!

TIPPY.  Yes—­great!

MARTIN.  That was a good idea you had, reunion of the Class of ’29.

TIPPY.  I meant well.

LAURA.  Of course you did!

TIPPY.  We’ll have one yet, I tell you.

LAURA.  And soon.

TIPPY.  And we’ll all have jobs.

LAURA.  Real jobs—­important jobs!

[They try to make KEN pay attention, but he doesn’t.]

TIPPY.  Mr. Prescott will discover that Ken is really a genius and...

MARTIN.  And he’ll fabricate the houses; millions of houses, all according to Ken’s plans—­millions and millions and millions of ’em—­and all for individualists.

TIPPY.  Hi, Laura, you’ll have advance models!

LAURA.  Like a Paris frock.

TIPPY.  You’ll be the envy of all women.

LAURA.  I know it—­because Ken will be so famous; and I’ll be proud. [There is a rapping at the door, TIPPY opens and POLICEMAN enters, bringing KATE, who is in state of collapse, KEN continues to sit staring bitterly into space.  Repeats out loud:  Feel better about it in the morning, LAURA rushes to KATE.] Kate!  What happened?

POLICEMAN.  Friend of yours?

TIPPY.  Yes, that’s right.

[KATE stares wildly, shivers, LAURA attends her.  POLICEMAN draws TIPPY and MARTIN aside.]

POLICEMAN.  Theodore Brooks—­you knew him?

TIPPY.  Yes.  What happened?

POLICEMAN.  Now take it calm.

MARTIN.  All right.  Go on.

POLICEMAN.  Train.  Subway train.

TIPPY.  Good God!

MARTIN.  Is he dead?

POLICEMAN.  Killed outright.  It was suicide.  Plenty of witnesses.  He was standing with her, waiting for the train.  He jerked away and jumped just as the train came in.  She’d have gone over with him if somebody hadn’t grabbed her.