Catherine.
[With a shrug of the shoulders.] I think there is nothing more to be said. Good-bye. I trust you to leave me in peace. I promise on my side to do nothing that can inconvenience you.
[She waits for a moment to see if he has anything further to say, but as he remains silent she goes towards the door. As she is about to go out he bursts into a peal of laughter. She stops with a start and looks at him. His laughter grows, peal upon peal. It becomes wild and shrill and hysterical. He bellows with laughter. Already half frightened, not understanding, Catherine makes a step or two back into the room.
Catherine.
What’s the matter? George, George!
[He laughs still, and then suddenly breaks into a sob. He gives way entirely, and bursts into uncontrolled weeping.
Catherine.
[Coming down to him.] George, what is it?
George Winter.
For God’s sake give me a drink.