The Last of the De Mullins: A Play Without a Preface

by St. John Hankin

DE MULLIN

Yes, Hester. Worn out (with a sort of melancholy pride). None of the De Mullins have been strong. I’m the last of them. The last of the De Mullins.

MRS. CLOUSTON

Come, Hugo, you mustn’t talk in that morbid way.

DE MULLIN

I’m not morbid, Harriet. But I feel tired, tired.

MRS. DE MULLIN

You’ll be better in a day or two.

DE MULLIN

No, Jane. I shall never be better. Never in this world (pause).