Firelight sparkles on the tall, silver coffee pot in the Barbour library, and the room, animated with talk and laughter a few moments ago, is quiet now. A momentous dinner is over, and Clifford and Toots Schultz just drove away in Father Barbour's car. Now, Henry looking steadily into the fire, clears his throat as if to make a comment, before changing his mind. Fanny, more than usually intent on her knitting, casts quick, speculative glances at her husband, but she is also silent. Each is waiting for the other to speak, to discuss Toots Schultz...