Patricia. [Somewhat affected.] Yes, I know you are good to everybody. But don't you think there may be floating and spiritual stars which will last longer than the red lamps?
Smith. [With decision.] Yes. But they are fixed stars.
Doctor. The red lamp will last my time.
Duke. Capital! Capital! Why, it's like Tennyson. [Silence.] I remember when I was an undergrad....
[The red light disappears; no one sees it at first except Patricia, who points excitedly.
Morris. What's the matter?
Patricia. The red star is gone.
Morris. Nonsense! [Rushes to the garden doors.] It's only somebody standing in front of it. Say, Duke, there's somebody standing in the garden.
Patricia. [Calmly.] I told you he walked about the garden.
Morris. If it's that fortune-teller of yours....