Pity? Do you think I want your pity?
[There is a pause.
Jane is seen on stairs, they all turn to her nervously as she comes down and crosses into room. She stops at the door looking at them.
HENRY (slowly)
Mother—mother’s—gone!
Yes.
[There is a moment’s silence broken by the low sobs of the women who for a moment forget their selfishness in the presence of death.
HENRY
The Jordans won’t ever be the same; she was the last of the old stock, mother was—No, the Jordans won’t ever be the same.