Gordon.
Thanks—thanks, you’re kind. (Pays little attention to him, goes over to Nora, who is still weeping.) Nora, dear. (He kneels beside her.) How sweet of you to care so much—he, he’d be proud if he knew.
Nora.
(Fiercely.) He wouldn’t! He never cared for me. And I loved him—and I hate you. Go away!
(She pushes him roughly from her so that, on his knees, still, he scarcely keeps his balance. She turns and weeps fiercely in Loveday’s arms. Loveday, soothing her, really watches and feels for Gordon. As he staggers blindly to his feet, she looks with infinite tenderness and pity towards him and stretches out a hand to steady him. He takes it, and clasps it for a moment.)
Roto.
(Wailing.) What’ll happen? What’ll happen now Mister Robert won’t come back?
1st Shep.
Eh, eh, dear, dear.