Warden. My hat! Where's my hat!
[He looks about for it.
Sterling. [Quietly.] Ned?
Warden. My hat, I say! Where's my hat?
[Looking.
Sterling. Ned!
[Something in his voice arrests Warden's attention.
Warden. What? [He looks at him.] What's the matter—
Sterling. Nothing—I'm half asleep, that's all—the reaction—I'm worn out and I've changed my mind—
Warden. How do you mean?