Mr. F. (dismally). It will do no good. Nothing can be done now. I feel cold chills passing over me. I shall not probably be alive when he reaches here. It will only take up the little time there is left.
H. I shall send Mary for the doctor, at all events.
(Exit, L.)
(Mr. F. moans frequently. Mrs. F. is occupied in chafing his wrists. Suddenly Mr. F. speaks.)
Mr. F. Susan.
Mrs. S. (through her tears). Well, Lewis.
Mr. F. You’ve been a good wife to me, Susan.
Mrs. F. I’ve tried to be, Lewis.
Mr. F. I’m glad you will be left in comfortable circumstances at my death. I’ve left my whole property to you. In my little black trunk you will find all my valuable papers. Here is the key. (Passes it to her.)
Mrs. F. (sobbing, but takes the key). Don’t think of such things, Lewis. You must live—for me. I’m sure that the doctor can help you.