Alma. “Nothing can now remove the barrier between us. With my own hand I have destroyed my happiness.” Oh, no, you haven’t, Ned! I’ll make you happy yet. Now I understand the state of affairs I know what to do. (puts letter on table) The barrier must be broken down—smashed—blown to atoms! Oh, dear, I feel so happy! (turns; slips behind a screen) Ned! dear old Ned! Where are you? (runs out, R.)
Lucy. (emerging) Yes, they shall both be happy. (surveying the room) Good-bye, everything. (crosses to piano) Piano that he gave me. Old music that he used to like. I shall never dare to sing you any more. (crosses to cabinet, addressing photograph of Sir Humphrey) Good-bye, my only father, who would never own me. I’m not your daughter now. (crosses to cabinet, L., brings photograph of Ned to table, L.) Good-bye, Ned, my husband! You won’t see me any more. Don’t look at me in that way. If you don’t love me, say good-bye to me. (sits at table. Re-enter Servant, R., with lamp, which she puts on cabinet, R.; the noise attracts Lucy’s attention; softly) Wilson?
Serv. (starts slightly) You here, m’m?
Lucy. (rises) I’m going out.
Serv. Going out, Mrs. Chetwynd?
Lucy. Don’t say anything; but give this note to Mr. Chetwynd. (gives note) Good-bye, Wilson.
Serv. Good-bye?
Lucy. I mean good night. (Exit through window off, L. Servant closes window, draws curtains, exit, L.)
Re-enter Alma and Ned, R.