RUTH. For a moment like, I think it would.
FROME. Was he very much upset that Friday morning, or was he fairly calm?
RUTH. Dreadfully upset. I could hardly bear to let him go from me.
FROME. Do you still love him?
RUTH. [With her eyes on FALDER] He's ruined himself for me.
FROME. Thank you.
He sits down. RUTH remains stoically upright in the witness-box.
CLEAVER. [In a considerate voice] When you left him on the morning of Friday the 7th you would not say that he was out of his mind, I suppose?
RUTH. No, sir.
CLEAVER. Thank you; I've no further questions to ask you.