EILEEN (despairingly). Oh, I don't care! I don't care—now.
MURRAY. Now? What do you mean by that? What's happened to make things any different?
EILEEN (evasively). Oh—nothing. Don't ask me,Stephen.
MURRAY (with sudden anger). I don't have to ask you. I can guess. Another letter from home—or from that ass, eh?
EILEEN (shaking her head). No, it isn't that. (Shelooks at him as if imploring him to comprehend.)