MRS. HOLROYD
I wish he was dead; I do, with all my heart.
BLACKMORE
Do you? (He looks at her quickly; she wavers and shrinks; he begins to smile strainedly as before) You don't know what you wish, or what you want.
MRS. HOLROYD (troubled)
Do you think I could get past him to come inside?
BLACKMORE
I should think so.
[Mrs. Holroyd, silent and troubled, manœuvres in the doorway, stepping over her husband's feet, which lie on the threshold.
BLACKMORE