(Strides towards her. Seizes her arms. Short struggle. Bessie gives way. Hair falls loose. H. kisses her forehead, cheeks, lips, then releases her. Bessie staggers against railings.)
(Exit Harry; measured walk without haste)
Bessie (Staring eyes, hair loose, back against railings; calls out). Harry! (Gathers up her skirts and runs a little way) Come back, Harry. (Staggers forward against lamp-post) Harry! (Much lower) Harry! (In a whisper) Take me with you. (Begins to laugh, at first faintly, then louder.)
(Window rumbles up, and Capt. H.'s chuckle mingles with Bessie's laughter, which abruptly stops.)
Capt. H. (Goes on chuckling; speaks cautiously). Is he gone yet, that information fellow? Do you see him anywhere, my dear?
Bessie (Low and stammering). N-no, no! (Totters away from lamp-post) I don't see him.
Capt. H. (Anxious). A grinning vagabond, my dear. Good girl. It's you who drove him away. Good girl.
(Stage gradually darkens)
Bessie. Go in; be quiet! You have done harm enough.
Capt. H. (Alarmed). Why. Do you hear him yet, my dear?