Steven. [Coming back to her.] But I can't leave you.
Georgiana. You must. And anyway I want you to. I want to be alone.
[Steven hesitates. He comes and takes her hand and is about to kiss her, but something keeps him back; he presses her hand and she
gives a grateful look. She crosses to the dressing table and sits before it, dazed. Slowly she takes the flowers from her hair, the pearls from her neck. The front door slams, she lifts her head, and leaning her arm toward Dick's picture, draws it toward her, gazing at it. Then, crying, "Dick, Dick," she bursts into tears and drops her head upon her arms outstretched on the table as
the curtain falls
ACT IV
Seven weeks later. The drawing-room as in Act II. Georgiana, in a clinging black lace dress, is at the piano, playing "Traumerei." The sunshine pours in through the windows. Moles comes in apologetically from the Left.
Moles. Mr. Coast wants to know if you will see him, miss.
Georgiana. [Who continues playing.] Very well, Moles.