HILLCRIST. Let her go, Amy. Im sorry for that young woman.
MRS. H. You'd be sorry for a man who picked your pocket, I believe.
HILLCRIST. I certainly should! Deuced little he'd get out of it, when I've paid for the Centry.
MRS. H. [Bitterly] Much gratitude I get for saving you both our home!
JILL. [Disarmed] Oh! Mother, we are grateful. Dodo, show your gratitude.
HILLCRIST. Well, my dear, it's an intense relief. I'm not good at showing my feelings, as you know. What d'you want me to do? Stand on one leg and crow?
JILL. Yes, Dodo, yes! Mother, hold him while I [Suddenly she stops, and all the fun goes out of her] No! I can't—I can't help thinking of her.
CURTAIN falls for a minute.
SCENE II
When it rises again, the room is empty and dark, same for moonlight coming in through the French window, which is open.