[Jordan enters at back.
Jordan. [To Blanche.] Beg pardon, madam, but Master Richard is very ill.
Blanche. [Alarmed.] Richard!
Jordan. Yes, ma'am, and Droves is very frightened, ma'am.
Ruth. Richard ill?
[All give exclamations of surprise and regret and sympathy.
Blanche. My little boy ill? Excuse me, I must go to him.
[She hurries out at back. Ruth speaks to the musicians, who stop playing.
Sterling. [Moved.] My boy ill—why, I can't—I can't—
Warden. "Can't" what?