Sterling. Yes! You go, Blanche.
Ruth. No, you shan't go—you shan't humiliate yourself in his place!
Mason. Certainly not; and if your husband is willing, we are not willing! He must go.
Blanche. But if he won't?
Mason. He must!
Ruth. You must demand his going, Blanche, and I demand it, too, as something due to me.
Blanche. Very well. I demand it. Will you go?
[A moment's silence.
Warden. Why don't you speak? [He presses the electric button and all the lights come on. Sterling is at the doorway at back, about to steal out. There is an exclamation aloud from all of surprise and disgust. The clock strikes the quarter; Warden catches hold of Sterling's arm.] What's your hurry, Dick? There goes the quarter hour; you could never catch the eleven-twenty.
Sterling. Damn you!