Mrs. Hunter. [Shaking hands with him.] Please overlook anything I may have said; at such a moment, with the loss of all my money—and my dear husband—I don't know what to say!
Mason. Naturally. [To the others.] Good-by. [To Ruth, who follows him.] I'll come to see you in the morning.
[As they shake hands.
Ruth. And I can then tell you what I settle here now. [Mason goes out Left.] Florence, I'm very sorry—
[Interrupted.
Mrs. Hunter. Oh! You! Sorry!
Ruth. Yes, very, very sorry,—first, that I spoke as I did just now.
Mrs. Hunter. It's too late to be sorry for that now.
Ruth. No, it isn't, and I'll prove to you I mean it. Come, we'll talk things over.
Mrs. Hunter. Go away! I don't want you to prove anything to me! [Mrs. Hunter and Clara sit side by side on the sofa. Blanche and Jessica are in chairs near the table. Ruth sits beside Blanche. Mrs. Hunter has something the manner of porcupines and shows a set determination to accept nothing by way of comfort or expedient. Blanche looks hopeful and ready to take the helm for the family. Jessica will back up Blanche.] My happiness in this world is over. What have I to live for?