JUDITH. I am going to swim after the steamer—and then you jump in and save me—and it gets into the newspapers, and we become engaged. Shall we do that?
ALLAN. You can still jest?
JUDITH. There will always be time for tears—Say good-bye now!——
They rush into each other's arms; then ALLAN withdraws slowly through the door in the background, JUDITH following him; the door remains open after them; they embrace again outside, in the rain.
ALLAN. You'll get wet, Judith.
JUDITH. What do I care!
They tear themselves away from each other. ALLAN leaves. JUDITH remains behind, exposing herself to the rain and to the wind, which strains at her hair and her clothes while she is waving her handkerchief. Then JUDITH runs back into the room and throws herself on the sofa, with her face buried in her hands.
ALICE. [Enters and goes over to JUDITH] What is this?—Get up and let me look at you.
[JUDITH sits up.
ALICE. [Scrutinising her] You are not sick—And I am not going to console you. [Goes out to the right.