Rachel: A Play in Three Acts

by Angelina Weld Grimké

Strong: I am.

Tom: What! And not ashamed to acknowledge it?

Strong: No.

Tom: You’re lots wiser than I dreamed. So long! (Gets hat out in the entry-way and returns; smiles wryly.) “Morituri Salutamus”. (They nod at him—Rachel wistfully. He goes out. There is the sound of an opening and closing door. Rachel sits down. A rather uncomfortable silence, on the part of Rachel, ensues. Strong is imperturbable.)

Rachel (Nervously): John!

Strong: Well?

Rachel: I—I listened.

Strong: Listened! To what?

Rachel: To you and Tom.

Strong: Well,—what of it?