DR. MACPHERSON. [Studying FREDERIK.] What makes you say that?
FREDERIK. To-night—in this room, I thought I saw my uncle … [Pointing towards the desk.] there.
DR. MACPHERSON. Eh?…
FREDERIK. And just before I—I saw him—I—I had the … the strangest impulse to go to the foot of the stairs and call Kitty—give her the house—and run—run—get out of it.
DR. MACPHERSON. Oh, a good impulse, I see! Very unusual, I should say.
FREDERIK. I thought he gave me a terrible look—a terrible look.
DR. MACPHERSON. Your uncle?
FREDERIK. Yes. My God! I won't forget that look! And as I started out of the room—he blotted out…. I mean—I thought I saw him blot out; … then I left the photograph on the desk and—
DR. MACPHERSON. That's how William came by it. [Jots down a couple of notes.] Did you ever have this impulse before—to give up Catherine—to let her have the cottage?
FREDERIK. Not much, I hadn't. Certainly not. I told you someone else was thinking for me. I don't want to give her up. It's folly! I've always been fond of her. But if she has turned against me, I'm not going to sit here and cry about it. I shall be up and off. [Rising.] But I'll tell you one thing: from this time, I propose to think for myself. I've taken a room at the hotel and a few things for the night. I've done with this house. I'd like to sell it along with the gardens, and let a stranger raze it to the ground; but—[Thinks as he looks towards the desk.] when I walk out of here to-night—it's hers—she can have it. … I wouldn't sleep here…. I give her the home because …