ST. OLPHERTS. Oh, are you? [The door opens and FORTUNE enters, followed by AMOS WINTERFIELD. FORTUNE retires.]
AMOS. [To LUCAS, sternly.] Is my sister still here, may I ask? [LUCAS looks to AGNES interrogatively. She inclines her head.]
AMOS. I should like her to know that I am waiting for her. [AGNES goes out.]
LUCAS. [To AMOS.] Pray excuse me.
[AMOS draws back. ST. OLPHERTS passes out. At the door, LUCAS pauses, and bows slightly to AMOS, who returns his bow in the same fashion; then LUCAS follows ST. OLPHERTS. GERTRUDE enters, wearing her hat and mantle. AGNES follows; her movements are unsteady, and there is a wild look in her eyes.]
GERTRUDE. You've come to fetch me, Amos? [He assents by a nod.]
AMOS. [To AGNES.] I'm sorry to learn from Dr. Kirke that you've been ill. I hope you're better.
AGNES. [Turning away, GERTRUDE watching her.] Thank you, I am quite well.
AMOS. [Gruffly.] Are you ready, Gertrude?
GERTRUDE. No, dear, not yet. I want you to help me.