Barnabas looks very good in his red velvet smoking jacket, but it's sad to see Julia so uncharacteristically defeated.
Mrs. Johnson accuses her ne'er-do-well son Harry of stealing food, but for a change he isn't the culprit.
Carolyn brings Adam his breakfast. When he’s feeling good about himself and his accomplishments he refers to himself as “I,” but when he’s unhappy he reverts to third person. The poem he reads to her is one of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, and he reads it very nicely too. Carolyn comes to the sudden and unhappy realization that she is dealing with a lovestruck teenager--a very large, lovestruck teenager--and makes a hasty exit.
Barnabas grills Carolyn about Adam while Harry eavesdrops. His mother catches him at it and tells him that "Miss Stoddard" doesn't want him going upstairs. Harry promptly goes upstairs and the locked door to the West Wing with a piece of clear plastic (not so many credit cards back then, if you can imagine!)
Harry's exploration of the cobwebby West Wing come to an abrupt end. Still starry-eyed and oblivious of rejection, Adam blissfully murmurs Carolyn's name over and over as he caresses the book that She touched. Overcome with curiosity, Harry moves toward the door to listen. Suddenly it opens to reveal a very large man with a pair of very large hands who drags him into the room beyond and slams the door....
