(He is silent, and steps retreat.)
Philo (crossing to centre)
Reba! That folly's done with, thank God!... (Begins walking.) Seymour.... I didn't know how much I was hoping from him.... It is hard, hard to go on alone. But I must! I can't turn back from that call. When a child cries we turn, and listen, and help. And this—this is the voice of a world!
(A knock is heard at door.)
Voice of Warner
Philo!
Philo
Buzz, buzz, old bee!
Voice