PETER. Make it a June wedding. We have ten days yet. [Slipping her hand in FREDERIK'S, taking the rose, and tapping their clasped hands with the flower as he speaks.
FREDERIK. Say yes, Kitty.
CATHERINE. [Nervously] I couldn't in ten days….
FREDERIK. But—
PETER. [To FREDERIK.] Who is arranging the marriage, you or I? Say a month, then, Katie…. Promise me.
CATHERINE. [Her lips set.] If you have set your heart on it, I will,
Uncle Peter … I will … I promise.
PETER. [Takes a ring of his hand.] The wedding ring—my dear mother's. [Gives it to CATHERINE.] You've made me very happy, my dear. [He kisses CATHERINE. Then, releasing her, he nods to FREDERIK to follow his example. PETER turns his back on the young people and smokes.
FREDERIK. Catherine … [Dreading his embrace, she retreats towards PETER and, as she touches him, his pipe falls to the floor. She looks at him, startled. FREDERIK, struck, looking intently at PETER who sits motionless.
CATHERINE. Uncle Peter … Uncle! What is it? What's the matter? [Runs to the door—calling across the street.] Doctor! There he is—just going out. [Calls.] Come back. Come back, Doctor. [To FREDERIK.] I felt it. I felt something strange a minute ago. I felt it.
FREDERIK. [Taking PETER'S hand.] Uncle Peter!