TIMBRELL. Just the reverse.
EDGAR. They seemed to be saying good-bye to her.
TIMBRELL. She’s gone.
EDGAR. Gone?
TIMBRELL. Take care Sheila doesn’t go.
EDGAR. Sheila?
TIMBRELL. Perhaps she’s gone already.
EDGAR. What do you mean?
TIMBRELL. I’ve been listening to the ravings of lunacy and they’ve affected my brain. I’m getting old. Do you ever have any doubt about yourself, Edgar? Do you ever think you’re a fool?