The Drawing-room again.
Barbara (joyfully). Diana, I've got some exciting news for you. Guess!
Diana. You're going away?
Barbara. No!
Diana. Oh, well, after all you've only stayed with us six months. Er—you've got a new dress?
Barbara. No.
Diana. No; that was a silly one. Er—John's got a half-holiday?
Barbara. No. Well, I must tell you! Diana, you're not going to die after all! The doctors made a mistake!
[Exit.
Diana. Not going to die? But then I don't want to run away with Philip. (Rushes to desk and seizes the telephone.) I must let him know. (With a shriek) Help! the telephone's broken! Then I have nothing to live for. (She takes out poison from poison drawer.) I shall count three before I drink. One—two—— Why doesn't John come? One—two—— If he isn't quick he'll be too late. One——