[Going to him slowly, leaning against the balustrade.] John——
John.
Well?
Olive.
I will confess it to you—I didn’t strike the bell at all.
John.
You—did not?
Olive.
I was under the impression I had stopped the clock before I sat down to listen, but in my agitation I must have shaken it and started it again. [Kneeling beside John’s chair.] The clock struck of its own accord.
John.