LUCAS looks up,
alarmed; ST. OLPHERTS rises.]
AGNES. [Replacing the chair.] It's all right; I didn't notice this.
[Bringing LUCAS'S hat and coat, and assisting him with the latter.] How
long will you be?
LUCAS. Not more than half an hour. An hour at the outside.
AGNES. [Arranging his neck handkerchief.] Keep this so.
LUCAS. Er--if--if I--if we--
AGNES. The Duke is waiting. [LUCAS turns away, and joins ST. OLPHERTS.]
LUCAS. [To him, in a low voice.] I am going back to the hotel with you.
ST. OLPHERTS. Oh, are you? [The door opens and FORTUNE enters, followed
by AMOS WINTERFIELD. FORTUNE retires.]
AMOS. [To LUCAS, sternly.] Is my sister still here, may I ask? [LUCAS
looks to AGNES interrogatively. She inclines her head.]
AMOS. I should like her to know that I am waiting for her. [AGNES goes
out.]
LUCAS. [To AMOS.] Pray excuse me.
[AMOS draws back. ST. OLPHERTS passes out. At the door, LUCAS pauses,
and bows slightly to AMOS, who returns his bow in the same fashion;
then LUCAS follows ST. OLPHERTS. GERTRUDE enters, wearing her hat and
mantle. AGNES follows; her movements are unsteady, and there is a wild
look in her eyes.]
GERTRUDE. You've come to fetch me, Amos? [He assents by a nod.]
AMOS. [To AGNES.] I'm sorry to learn from Dr. Kirke that you've been
ill.
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