harry sits down on the bed, feeling the utter deficiency of heart implicit in this act of treachery and deception. he stares blankly into space for a moment. then he puts the card back, picks up the box and without removing it from the drawer, gives it a little shake.
he takes a few steps towards her, assuming his all-purpose scowl:
harry takes her by the arm and looks amiably toward the nurse.
he comes up to the car, peering closely at its occupant:
harry turns and strides back toward the hospital.
moncrief steps in beside joan:
he remains seated for a moment, glancing briefly down at the watch on his wrist. then his eyes raise expectantly as: