ROSALIE. He wants Ned to ask.
WALES. Do you know who killed you?
MRS. TRENT (hysterically). Oh, my God!
CROSBY. Keep still, Helen.
WALES. Can you tell the name? (ROSALIE suddenly gives a long moan.) Quick, the name, the name. Spencer, tell me who killed you—she's coming out of her trance. I want the name. (ROSALIE moans again. Her cry is overtopped by a shriek from WALES.) Oh, my God! My back—oh! (Then there is a dead silence that lasts as long as it will hold.)
CROSBY. Wales, is anything the matter?
MRS. TRENT. Father, he's pulling at my hand.
CROSBY. The light, Will.
(WILLIAM suddenly turns on the light at table. WALES is discovered leaning forward, the circle is unbroken.)
MRS. TRENT. Look at him! Father! Look at him!