Mrs. Tru. (Looking toward bed in alcove, right) But you have been! You could not sleep either. Ah!
(Sighs deeply)
Hel. (Goes to couch) Now, mamma!
Mrs. Tru. (Embarrassed by Helen’s straightforward look) Helen—I—I ’ve just got to have it out to-night. You are only my step-daughter, but I ’ve loved you like my own.
Hel. (Quaintly) Yes.
Mrs. Tru. Have n’t I always treated you as if you were my daughter born?
Hel. (Slowly) You have indeed!
Mrs. Tru. And I can’t bear for you to—to—O, I just can’t bear it, I say!
Hel. Bear what, mamma?
Mrs. Tru. This—this man—