Mrs. Thorne (peacefully). How could I? I never had the materials.... But, as you say, these things are complicated. We never know where the end of the skein is.
Mrs. Fayth. I will send over to-morrow and see how Laddie is. Good-night—good-night.
Mrs. Thorne (kisses her warmly). I wish you would stay—I wish you need not go. Don’t go! Mary—don’t go!
[Exit Mrs. Fayth (slowly, with a sweet,
mysterious smile).
(Mrs. Thorne relapses into her anxious attitude and manner. Moves to the window, and looks out again, between the curtains. While she stands there with her back to the door, suddenly and noisily striding in.)
Enter Dr. Thorne.
Dr. Thorne (at once). Isn’t dinner ready?
Mrs. Thorne (turning delightedly). Oh! At last!
Dr. Thorne. Well. You might have met me, then.
Mrs. Thorne. Why, I have been watching for you—and listening—till I’m half blind and deaf. I have been to the window—