Bea. See! I will prove it! (drinks the poison and throws glass down behind her, it smashes. Movement from Sir Peter, Normantower and Philip)
Sir P. Mrs. Selwyn!
Bea. You are too late, Sir Peter. (goes up) Now—good night to all of you. (curtseying. Exit L., followed by Sir Peter)
Nor. (to Philip) What was the object? (crosses to C. As Normantower crosses he holds out his hand to Kate, which she accepts, Kate being L. of him, R. of sofa)
Phil. Normantower, Kate is my sister. The fortune which I have enjoyed for years is hers, and I was anxious to restore it. The object was, to prevent me. (music in orchestra) Oh, Kate, my heart is broken! (Kate goes to R. of Philip and kneels)
Kate. But time will heal it, Philip; for your heart is good; goodness and happiness are not strangers long.
Re-enter Sir Peter, L.D.
Phil. Only to think, this woman is my wife!
Sir P. (gently laying his hand on Philip’s shoulder) But not for long. And she is better dead!
MUSIC FORTE.