[He hesitates. She draws herself up erect, with flashing eyes.]
Once more, my lord—
Open the door, I say.
[He still hesitates. She walks swiftly to the window, flings it wide, and is throwing herself out.]
Lord S.
Stop, madam! I will.
[He opens the door. She leaves the window, and walks slowly out. He hears the house-door open and shut, flings himself on the couch, and hides his face.]
Enter LADY GERTRUDE.
Lady Gertrude.
Dear father, are you ill? I knocked
three times; You did not speak.
Lord S.
I did not hear you, child.
My head aches rather; else I am quite well.
Lady Gertrude.
Where is the countess?