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Page 51
JOE
Some day--yes, when the life has oozed out of all our bright canvasses,
when only the "rules" are left. And we won't be able to rise from our
graves and curse them!
SILVIA
Now, Joe!
JOE
I guess I let you in for a hard time, Silvia. I wish sometimes I could
really paint the kind of thing that goes with stupid people's dining
rooms. They with their _Long Island_ Louvres!
SILVIA
If you did, Joe, I'd put it in the stove. Don't think you are having all
the fun of being a pioneer. It's exciting to be within a mile of it!
JOE
Good girl. Ugh! Let's go to Boudet's and have dinner. I want to get the
bad taste out of my mouth!
HIS LUCK
_The living room in a small flat in Beekman Place. Two women, one of them
in mourning, sit beside the remains of tea._
VERA
But Jean, where are you going, when you pack up here?
JEAN
I'm not leaving here. I'm staying on.
VERA
Oh. But I thought that now ... you were talking about being free for your
own work at last....
JEAN
If I have any work to do, I can do it here. You don't understand, quite.
All these years I have been living from whirlpool to whirlpool, never
settled, always _deracin�_--the thought of getting accustomed to another
place makes me shudder.
VERA
I can imagine, now, how it has been, Jean. But can you find any peace
here? With all these things about? You are so sensitive--lamps, and
pictures, and rugs--these aren't just _furniture_ to you, they are images
of the past. Won't they be, too--real? Too personal? Won't you feel more
at liberty with yourself if you create your own atmosphere?
JEAN
Ah, they are real enough! That table is a winter in Munich; the samovar is
Warsaw one night in May; the lucerna is Rome ... and all that those places
mean to me. I never realized how _things_ could be _alive_--be
personal--until I was left all alone in the midst of these.
VERA
There, don't you see? They're so _dominating_. I knew you before all
this.... I wish you would get away--be _yourself_.
JEAN
No. I shall stay here. As close as possible.
VERA
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