Stopping by the mantle for a moment he
notices, with a start of surprise, his own photograph. He turns away with
a shrug just as his uncle hurriedly enters._
UNCLE RICHARD
Dick! Richard! At last! How are you? You received my letter?
RICHARD
I am very well, uncle. Yes, I received your letter. It was forwarded from
Florence.
UNCLE RICHARD
Good! Sit down, Richard, sit down.
RICHARD
I did not receive it until a few days ago, in New York. I came on as soon
as possible. But I had engagements--business engagements--that delayed me.
UNCLE RICHARD
Business? I am very glad, Richard, that you have given up your art. Not
that art isn't entirely commendable, but in times like these, you know....
RICHARD
Don't misunderstand me, uncle. My business was connected with art. I
haven't given up painting. I never shall.
UNCLE RICHARD
In my letter--
RICHARD
Yes. Cousin Anne wrote me about Aunt Ethel's death, but I did not realize
how changed everything here was until I read that letter from you. And now
(_glancing about_) it is even clearer. It must have been a bitter shock to
you, Uncle Richard.
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