Hubbard
Last night—
Connie
(Springing up.) I won't stay!
(She rushes to left rear and finds door locked.) Let me out! Let me out!
Mrs. Starkweather
(Moaning and lying back in chair, legs stretched out and giving preliminary twitches and jerks of hysteria.) I shall die! I shall die! I know I shall die!
Starkweather
(Sternly, to Connie.) Go back to your mother.
Connie