AUGUSTA. You're not going?
MINNIE. I couldn't stay here—now.
AUGUSTA. Why—why not?
MINNIE (in tears). I should think you'd know why not!
AUGUSTA. You mean—you care—you care that much?
MINNIE. I'm going.
(She turns to leave the room when the sound of an automobile is
heard without, the brakes going on, etc. MINNIE, who has got as far
as the doorway, upper right halts and stares.)
AUGUSTA (excitedly). What is it?
MINNIE. An automobile. Oh, Mrs. Pindar—it's him—it's George!
(She draws back from the doorway, her hands clasped.)