Basil.
[Looks at her for a moment, hesitating; then shrugs his shoulders.] Then good-bye.
[He goes out, and Jenny, looking after him,
passes her hand wearily over her forehead.
Jenny.
[With a sigh.] He's so glad to go.... [She gives a little sob.] They've got no room for me.
[She takes up from the floor the photograph on
which she stamped, and looks at it; then
sinks down, burying her face in her hands,
and bursts into a passion of tears.
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
THE FOURTH ACT.
The Next Morning.
[The scene is the same as in the Second Act, the drawing-room at Basil's house in Putney. Basil is sitting at the table, with his head in his hands. He looks tired and worn; his face is very white, and there are great black lines under his eyes. His hair is dishevelled. On the table lies a revolver.