John.
Where is she now?
Basil.
[Pointing to one of the doors.] In there.
John.
Will you take me in?
Basil.
Go in alone, John. I daren't, I'm afraid to look at her. I can't bear the look on her face.... I killed her—as surely as if I'd strangled her with my own hands. I've been looking at the door all night, and once I thought I heard a sound. I thought she was coming to reproach me for killing her.
[John goes to the door, and as he opens it, Basil
averts his head. When John shuts the
door after him, he looks at it with staring,
frightened eyes, half mad with agony. He
tries to contain himself. After a while
John comes back, very quietly.
Basil.