Bessie (Sobs, drooping against the railings). No! No! I don't. I don't hear him any more.
Capt. H. (Triumphant). Now we shall be all right, my dear, till our Harry comes home to-morrow. (Affected gurgling laugh.)
Bessie (Distracted). Be quiet. Shut yourself in. You will make me mad. (Losing control of herself, repeats with rising infection) You make me mad.
(With despair) There is no to-morrow! (Sinks to ground near middle railings. Low sobs)
(Stage darkens perceptibly.)
Capt. H. (Above, in a voice suddenly dismayed and shrill).
What! What do you say, my dear? No to-morrow? (Broken, very feebly.) No—to-morrow?
(Window runs down)
Carvil (Heard within, muffled bellowing). Bessie—Bessie—Bessie— Bessie——— (At the first call Bessie springs up and begins to stumble blindly towards the door. A faint fash of lightnings followed by a very low rumble of thunder) You!—Bessie!
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