Scene as Act I, except that the room has a bareness indicative of a recent removal. The bookcase is on the floor instead of being fastened to the wall, and no pictures are hung.
Mrs. Garside, dressed as Act I, sits dejectedly in the rocking-chair. A knock at the door, centre. Mrs. Garside sighs heavily, rouses herself slowly, crosses and opens door. Denis O'Callagan is on the doorstep. The blind is drawn. One incandescent light.
O'Cal. May I come in, Mrs. Garside?
Mrs. G. And welcome, Mr. O'Callagan.
[He enters. She closes door.
O'Cal. (coming centre, in front of table, glancing upwards). Still the same?
Mrs. G. (standing centre, gloomily). Oh, yes. He doesn't seem to care for anything.
O'Cal. I can hear him moving about upstairs.
Mrs. G. (sitting left of table, as if too weary to stand). I never hear anything else. It's driving me mad. Up and down, up and down, all day long, and all night too, till he drops because he's too tired to put one foot before the other. It's like a wild beast in a cage.