ARKADINA. [Sitting down at the table] Heavens! I was really frightened. That noise reminded me of—[She covers her face with her hands] Everything is black before my eyes.
DORN. [Looking through the pages of a magazine, to TRIGORIN] There was an article from America in this magazine about two months ago that I wanted to ask you about, among other things. [He leads TRIGORIN to the front of the stage] I am very much interested in this question. [He lowers his voice and whispers] You must take Madame Arkadina away from here; what I wanted to say was, that Constantine has shot himself.
The curtain falls.