Gertrude.
Well, perhaps you may!
Marie.
In that case, I will tell him----
Gertrude.
Very well.
[Exit R.]
[Marie goes out on veranda--gives sign--returns--locks doors R. and L.--then at C. door--in terror, with searching eyes, she slowly retreats backwards, her eyes glued on the outer darkness--until she finally covers her face with her hands, and is standing against the wall.]
George.
[Enters.] Here she is!!