CATHERINE. [Pausing.] Perhaps it was the book I was reading that made me think I heard…. The Doctor lent it to me.
FREDERIK. [Pooh-poohing.] Oh!
CATHERINE. [Half to herself.] If he does know, if he can see, he'll be comforted by the thought that I'm going to do everything he wanted. [She passes out of the room.
PETER. [Showing that he does not want her to carry out his wishes.] No, no, don't … Frederik, I want to speak to you.
[FREDERIK, not glancing in PETER'S direction, lights a cigarette.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. Well, Frederik, I hope the old gentleman can see his mistake now.
PETER. I can see several mistakes. [REV. MR. BATHOLOMMEY rises and goes towards the door, pausing in front of PETER to take out his watch.] … Mr. Batholommey, I'm glad to see you in my house…. I'm very sorry that you can't see me. I wasn't pleased with my funeral sermon; it was very gloomy—very. I never was so depressed in my life.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. [To FREDERIK.] Do you know what I should like to say to your uncle?
PETER. I know.
REV. MR. BATHOLOMMEY. I hope at least you'll care for the parish poor as your uncle did—and keep on with some of his charities.