[Ida dries the tears from her eyes. Pale and trembling she stands some moments looking at William, then, crying quietly, kisses him on the forehead.
William.
You angel of pity! (The Doctor’s voice is heard on the stair.) And now—if ever—
[He braces himself, Ida kisses him again. He has gripped her hand. As the voice of the Doctor ceases, merry laughter is heard from room R.
William (alluding to the laughter, as well as to the Doctor’s step, heard descending the stairs).
You have a wonderful power.
[Another hand grip between them, and before Ida goes out she turns round.
Ida (again seizing William’s hand at door).
Be brave.
[Exit.