ANNABELLE. I—I can't!
JIMMY. (shutting his watch) Time's up. The die is cast! (He lifts her from the chair. She clings to him helplessly.) My darling! My treasure! My beloved!—Idiot that I am!
He kisses her fiercely.
ANNABELLE. (struggling in his arms) No! No! No! Stop!
JIMMY. Never!
ANNABELLE. Stop! Please! Please! Oh! . . .
The light suddenly goes out, and an instant later blazes out again, revealing the Angel, who has suddenly arrived in the middle of the room. The two of them stare at the apparition.
THE ANGEL. (politely) I hope I am not intruding?
JIMMY. Why—why—not exactly!
ANNABELLE. (in his arms, indignantly) Jimmy! who is that man?