Tarver.
It’s all that damned India! Oh! what have I said! You will never forgive me.
Salome.
Indeed, indeed I will!
Tarver.
Never. Oh, Miss Jedd, my forgetfulness has brought me—one of my—terrible attacks—of depression!
Salome.
Major Tarver!
[She leads him to a chair into which he sinks in a ghastly state. Darbey strolls in from the Library with Sheba.
Darbey.