DOLL BLONDIN (pointing to the light)
Look at it now, as though it was listening!
FANNY (with a little cry)
Mother! mother! Forgive me—
MRS. FELIX (patting her hair)
Forgive you—why, my dear?
FANNY (shivering)
I don’t know—but I’m afraid.—There’s something wrong in this house—
[The light twitches as if trying to sneak out of the room.
FANNY (with a little scream)