(Mrs. Starkweather rises and totters across to Margaret, moaning and whimpering.)
Mrs. Starkweather
Madge, Madge, it can't be true. I don't believe it. I know you have not done this awful thing. No daughter of mine could be guilty of such wickedness. I refuse to believe my ears—
(Mrs. Starkweather sinks suddenly on her knees before Margaret, with clasped hands, weeping hysterically.)
Starkweather
(Stepping to her side.) Get up.
(Hesitates and thinks.) No; go on. She might listen to you.
Margaret
(Attempting to raise her mother.) Don't, mother, don't. Please get up.
(Mrs. Starkweather resists her hysterically.) You don't understand, mother. Please, please, get up.