LAURA. Oh!
MONTAGUE. She cut her throat.
LAURA. [Hides her face and sinks against the table, shuddering and overcome.] Oh, the poor girl! The poor, poor girl! [Suddenly she springs up.] Can't you see? Can't you see? It is things like that that are driving me to distraction!
MONTAGUE. [Starting toward her.] Miss Hegan...
LAURA. [Covering her face again.] Oh! oh! It is horrible! I can't stand it! I...
[Sound of motor heard; they listen.]
LAURA. That is my father's car... Mr. Montague, will you excuse me? I must have a talk with my father...
MONTAGUE. Certainly. Let me go away...
LAURA. No; please wait. Just take a little stroll. I...
MONTAGUE. Certainly, I understand.