Mrs. C. Since you came. We will hope so, dear.
Poe. If she would only speak to us! O, why does she not speak? Not once to-day.
Mrs. C. She is very weak, my son.
Poe. I could bear it so long as she could tell us there was no pain ... but now she only looks at us.... Oh—
Mrs. C. You will control yourself for her sake.
Poe. Yes, yes, for her sake.
Mrs. C. It will take her last breath to see you disturbed.
Poe. I know! I know! Have no fear, mother. I am strong now.
Vir. Edgar! (He flies to the bed)
Poe. My darling!