And hasn't now the pluck to tell me. I've done with her. I won't own a child by such a woman.
[With a little sighing sound CHLOE drops the curtain and
vanishes.]
HILLCRIST. For God's sake, man, think of what you're saying. She's in great distress.
CHARLES. And what am I?
JILL. She loves you, you know.
CHARLES. Pretty love! That scoundrel Dawker told me—told me—
Horrible! Horrible!
HILLCRIST. I deeply regret that our quarrel should have brought this about.
CHARLES. [With intense bitterness] Yes, you've smashed my life.
[Unseen by them, MRS. HILLCRIST has entered and stands by the
door, Left.]
MRS. H. Would you have wished to live on in ignorance? [They all turn to look at her.]