Long Day's Journey Into Night Page #2

Your eyes are beautiful

- And well you know it.

- James you mustn't be so silly.

- And right in front of Jamie.

- He's onto you now too.

He knows all this talk about eyes and hair is only fishing for compliments. ey Jamie?

- Yes you can't kid us Mama.

- Get along with, both of you.

But I... I did truly have... have beautiful hair once. Didn't I James?

Most beautifull in the world

It.. it was a rare shade of... of redish brown

and so long it came down below my knees

You ought to remember it too, Jamie.

- It wasn't until after Edmund was born that I had a single grey hair.

- And that made it prettier than ever.

Will you listen to your father Jamie. After 35 years of marriage...

He isn't a great actor for nothing, is he?.

What's come over you James? Are you pouring coals of fire

on my head for teasing you about your snoring?

Well then I take it all back. It must've been ONLY the foghorn I heard.

Well...

I can't stay here any longer, even to hear compliments.

I have to see the cook about diner and the day's marketing.

That bridgette is so lazy and so sly she begins telling me about

her relatives so I can't get a word in edgeways to scold her.

Well...

I may as well get it over with.

Don't make Edmund work on the grounds with you James, remember?

Not that he isn't strong enough but he'd perspire

and he might catch more cold.

You're a fine lunkhead! Haven't you any sense?

Don't you know the one thing to avoid is saying anything

that would get her more upset over Edmund?

All right. Have it your way. I still think its the wrong

idea to let Mama go on kidding herself.

It will only make the shock worse when she has to face it.

Anyway, you can see shes deliberately fooling herself with that summer cold talk.

She knows better.

- Knows? Nobody knows yet.

- Well, I do.

I was with Edmund when he went to Doc Hardy on Monday.

I heard him pull that touch of malaria stuff. He was stalling.

That isnt what he thinks any more.

You know it as well as I do.

You talked to him when you went uptown yesterday, didnt you?

He can't say anything for sure yet.

Hes to phone me today before Edmund goes to him.

He thinks its consumption, doesnt he, Papa?

He said it might be.

That poor kid!

God damn it!

It might never have happened if youd sent him to a real doctor when he first got sick.

Whats the matter with Hardy? Hes always been our doctor up here.

Hardy only charges a dollar. Thats what makes you think hes a fine doctor!

-If you mean I cant afford one of the fine society doctors who prey on the rich summer people

- Cant afford? Youre one of the biggest property owners around here.

That doesnt mean Im rich.

- If Edmund was a lousy acre of land you wanted, the sky would be the limit.

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