“It is stuffy here. It is stifling.”
She moved toward the piano again, with her hands pressed against her bosom.
“I feel that something must happen. Something must break.”
She took up a large china vase from the piano, moved slowly toward the window, hesitated for a moment, looked round at her sleeping husband, and then hurled the vase straight through the window. It made an appalling noise of breaking glass.
Herbert Heywood jumped up from his seat as though he had been shot.
“Good God!” he said. “What the devil!——”
Mrs. Heywood was equally startled. She sat up in her chair as though an earthquake had shaken the house.
“Good gracious! Whatever in the world——-”
At the same moment Mollie opened the door.
“Good ‘eavins, ma’am!” she cried. “Whatever ‘as ‘appened?”