CHARLES. [With a writhing movement] I don't know. But—you—you did it.
MRS. H. You shouldn't have attacked us.
CHARLES. What did we do to you—compared with this?
MRS. H. All you could.
HILLCRIST. Enough, enough! What can we do to help you?
CHARLES. Tell me where my wife is.
[JILL draws the curtains apart—the window is open—JILL looks out. They wait in silence.]
JILL. We don't know.
CHARLES. Then she was here?
HILLCRIST. Yes, sir; and she heard you.