Hooker: The fog’s very thick.
Jemima: Yes.
Hooker: It’s still raining. (He takes his hat and coat.)
Jemima: Won’t you stay for tea, Mr. Hooker?
Hooker: I don’t feel equal to tea. (He goes out unsteadily. Jemima sits wretchedly by the smouldering hearth. The child cries out in its delirium. The fog steals into the room obscuring everything.)
The Curtain Falls.
ACT III.
Scene: The same room—if possible dingier than ever. Jemima is sitting hunched up by the fire, which is enveloping her in a yellow cloud. Bloggs is pushed into the room by a hard-faced man.
The Hard-Faced Man (grimly): I’ve brought you back your husband, ma’am. You may as well know he’s discharged from my employment.
Jemima (tonelessly): Oh?