AMOS. Repeat your cry!
AGNES. There would be no answer.
AMOS. Repeat it!
AGNES. [Turning upon him.] If miracles could happen! If "help", as you term it, did come! Do you know what "help" would mean to me?
AMOS. What—?
AGNES. It would take the last crumb from me!
AMOS. This man's—protection?
AGNES. [Defiantly.] Yes
AMOS. Oh, Mrs. Ebbsmith—!
AGNES. [Pointing to the door.] Well, I've asked you both to leave me, haven't I! [Pointing at GERTRUDE, who has risen.] The man she loves is dead and gone! She can moralise—! [Sitting, beating upon the settee with her hands.] Leave me! [AMOS joins GERTRUDE.]