Certainly not; and if your husband is willing, we are not
willing! _He_ must go.
BLANCHE. But if he _won't_?
MASON. He _must_!
RUTH. You must demand his going, Blanche, and I demand it, too, as
something due to me.
BLANCHE. Very well. I demand it. Will you go?
[_A moment's silence._
WARDEN. Why don't you speak? [_He presses the electric button and all
the lights come on._ STERLING _is at the doorway at back, about to steal
out. There is an exclamation aloud from all of surprise and disgust. The
clock strikes the quarter;_ WARDEN _catches hold of_ STERLING'S _arm._]
What's your hurry, Dick? There goes the quarter hour; you could never
catch the eleven-twenty.
STERLING. Damn you!
[_Facing_ WARDEN _squarely, as_
THE CURTAIN FALLS QUICKLY
ACT III
_At "The Hermitage," on the Bronx River, the next afternoon. The house
is on the Left, and on the Right and at the back are the green lattice
arches. Snow lies thick everywhere, on the benches at the Right and on
the little iron table beside it, on the swing between two trees at the
Right, in the red boxes of dead shrubs, on the rocks and dried grass of
a "rookery" in the centre, and on the branches of the trees._ CLARA
_comes out from the house, followed by_ TROTTER.
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