Theophila.
And with him!—that fish!—that cold, flapping fish! [Clinging to him, suddenly.] Jack——! I wouldn’t bore you! I wouldn’t bore you, Jack——!
John.
Bore me!
Theophila.
Ah-h-h-h! take me away! Let’s you and I go together——!
John.
[Putting his hand over her mouth.] Ah, for God’s sake——! [The clock in the library is heard to strike.] It’s too late! too late!
Theophila.
[Drawing back, looking into his face.] Too late——? [There is a sharp knocking at the dining-room door.] What’s that? [The knocking is repeated.] Who is it?