MRS. BRADMERE. Men like you have been buried at cross-roads before now! Take care! God punishes!
STRANGWAY. Is there a God?
MRS. BRADMERE. Ah! [With finality] You must see a doctor.
[Seeing that the look on his face does not change, she opens the door, and hurries away into the moonlight.]
[STRANGWAY crosses the room to where his wife's picture hangs, and stands before it, his hands grasping the frame. Then he takes it from the wall, and lays it face upwards on the window seat.]
STRANGWAY. [To himself] Gone! What is there, now?
[The sound of an owl's hooting is floating in, and of voices from the green outside the inn.]
STRANGWAY. [To himself] Gone! Taken faith—hope—life!
[JIM BERE comes wandering into the open doorway.]
JIM BERE. Gude avenin', zurr.