MRS. ELVSTED.
[After a pause, suddenly sits up in her chair, and listens eagerly. Then she sinks back again wearily, moaning to herself.] Not yet!—Oh God—oh God—not yet!
BERTA slips cautiously in by the hall door. She has a letter in
her hand.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Turns and whispers eagerly.] Well—has any one come?
BERTA.
[Softly.] Yes, a girl has just brought this letter.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Quickly, holding out her hand.] A letter! Give it to me!
BERTA.