MRS DUBEDAT [firmly] You say so: I have no more doubt: I believe you. Thank you.
RIDGEON. Good-bye. [She takes his hand]. I hope this will be a lasting friendship.
MRS DUBEDAT. It will. My friendships end only with death.
RIDGEON. Death ends everything, doesnt it? Goodbye.
With a sigh and a look of pity at her which she does not understand, he goes.
ACT IV
The studio. The easel is pushed back to the wall. Cardinal Death, holding his scythe and hour-glass like a sceptre and globe, sits on the throne. On the hat-stand hang the hats of Sir Patrick and Bloomfield Bonington. Walpole, just come in, is hanging up his beside them. There is a knock. He opens the door and finds Ridgeon there.
WALPOLE. Hallo, Ridgeon!
They come into the middle of the room together, taking off their gloves.
RIDGEON. Whats the matter! Have you been sent for, too?