Lydia. Secret? Which secret?
[She looks at Joe and clasps her hands in anguish. Harriet kneels by the lounge and begins to pray.]
Harriet. Dear Lord, I do beseech thee to grant peace and eternal rest to thy child come home to thee. Grant that he may forever sit in thy presence——
[Lydia, slowly realizing what her aunt is saying, runs to her side and makes her rise.]
Lydia. Stop that! Stop it, I say! You worried him enough when he was alive. Now that he's dead, let him do what he wants to.
Harriet. Lydia! You have lost your senses. Be calm, be calm. [Harriet crosses to the table and picks up the Bible.] Come. We will read a few verses and have faith that—
Lydia [snatching the Bible from her aunt]. No you shan't! Let him alone. Oh, Joe, Joe, I'm trying. Be brave! You knew, all along. You were watching, you were expecting. Why didn't you tell me? [Lydia looks from Joe to the piano and back to Joe. She composes herself and puts her hands on her aunt's shoulders.] Where is the key to the piano?
Harriet [horrified]. You wouldn't touch the piano in the presence of death!
Lydia. Where is the key?
Harriet [unable to fathom Lydia's strange demand]. It is gone. I don't know where it is.