Bev. In a second, mother.
[He runs off after Cupid.
Char. (comes slowly before Winthrop, gazing up into his face, her voice almost a whisper). Dead?
Winth. Badly wounded.
Char. Ah! Quick, mother, your wrap!
Fair. I'll get it. Wait.
[She runs into the house.
Winth. One moment—your passport. Here (he writes on a card, gives to Mrs. S.). Show this if you are halted.
Mrs. S. I thank you, sir, for your kindness to me.
[She offers hand.