MAGGIE. I would look after her—she would be all right in a week—I would do anything—
CHARLEY. But if I go it must be at once—at once, you understand.
MAGGIE. Yes, yes. . . .
CHARLEY. And if Lil thinks me a brute beast for leaving her like this—in this way—you’ll explain—you’ll stick up for me—
MAGGIE. This way? I don’t—
CHARLEY. I’m going to-day, Mag. I’ve arranged everything. I couldn’t stand it. I had to go. I’ve written to Lil. She’ll be all right for money—I’ve thought of that and I shall soon send for her. I know I shall, and then she’ll be glad I did it. I look a brute, but, Mag, it’s got to be. [Postman’s knock on front door.] Hush! Here comes Lil—don’t breathe a word—
MAGGIE. To-day!
LILY enters with letters.
LILY. Here’s the post. Two for you, dear. [Gives letters to CHARLEY, who, however, doesn’t look at them, but goes up to map.]
MAGGIE. [quickly.] I’ll call back for you, to go to the station.