John Speaker
[Rapidly.]
Poor
Cousin Fanny.... Poor
Cousin Fanny.... Poor
Cousin Fanny....
John Thinker
Fifteen thousand a year... fifteen thousand a year.... Why do I think of that?... But I can't help it.... I can't help thinking of it....
Mary Speaker I'll go get the maid.
[Going.]
John Speaker
Stop.... Wait, Mary.... Don't call her yet... get her presently.... I don't want to be alone just now.... I'm in a kind of fog....
[Lights go out as he says this; he continues in the darkness.]