Mrs. Pampinelli. Well, did he seem all right?
Jenny. Yes, he seemed right enough; but he was awful pale-lookin’. And a couple a times I spoke to ’im, he gave me kind of a funny answer. So I got a bit frightened, you know; and I asked ’im if he knew where he was goin’. And he said, “Yes,” that he was goin’ to see “The Torch-Bearers.” Kind a flightly, you know.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Well, he would be, naturally.
Jenny. So then,—when he got to the door, he turned around—and he sez to me—“Jenny!—if you never see me again,—I want you to know I died in the cause of Art.”—And he went out.
Mrs. Pampinelli. He was probably rambling a bit.
Jenny. But, he walked straight enough.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Turning suddenly to the center-door] I think I hear a machine, Jenny.
Jenny. [Stepping across quickly below the table to the casement-window] I’ll see.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Do quickly, dear.
Jenny. Is Mrs. Fell comin’ back tonight?