CAMERON. I regret my ignorance on the subject. This matter, so strange—so inexplicable——
MR. MORLAND. Please don’t talk of it to me, sir. I am—an old man. I have been so occupied all my life with little things—very pleasant—I cannot cope—cannot cope——
(A hand is placed on his shoulder so sympathetically that he dares to ask a question.)
Do you think she should have come back, Mr. Cameron?
(The stage darkens and they are blotted out. Into this darkness MRS. OTERY enters with a candle and we see that the scene has changed to the dismantled room of the first act. HARRY is sunk in the chair as we last saw him.)
MRS. OTERY (who in her other hand has a large cup and saucer). Here is your tea, mister. Are you sitting in the dark? I haven’t been more than the ten minutes I promised you. I was——
(She stops short, struck by his appearance. She holds the candle nearer him. He is staring wide-eyed into the fire, motionless.)
What is the matter, mister? Here is the tea, mister.
(He looks at her blankly.)
I have brought you a cup of tea, I have just been the ten minutes.