[Whispering.] What does she look like?
John.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Basil. She might be sleeping.
Basil.
[Clenching his hands.] But the ghastly pallor....
John.
[Gravely.] She's happier than she would ever have been if she'd lived.
[Basil sighs deeply.
John.
[Seeing the revolver.] What's this for?