I was not referring to a
machine, but to a--a--a sentimental journey.
THE WOMAN. I am afraid I am as much in the dark as before. You said also
that blood is thicker than water. No doubt it is; but what of it?
THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN. Its meaning is obvious.
THE WOMAN. Perfectly. But I assure you I am quite aware that blood is
thicker than water.
THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN [_sniffing: almost in tears again_] We will leave
it at that, madam.
THE WOMAN [going _nearer to him and scrutinizing him with some concern_]
I am afraid you are not well. Were you not warned that it is dangerous
for shortlived people to come to this country? There is a deadly disease
called discouragement, against which shortlived people have to take very
strict precautions. Intercourse with us puts too great a strain on them.
THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN [_pulling himself together huffily_] It has no
effect on me, madam. I fear my conversation does not interest you. If
not, the remedy is in your own hands.
THE WOMAN [_looking at her hands, and then looking inquiringly at him_]
Where?
THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN [_breaking down_] Oh, this is dreadful.
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