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[Gazing again at the drawing, calmly, almost gaily.] He will help me, perhaps, my smiling handsome father.

[Suddenly.] No, no. Not the smiler, Miss Justice. The old mother. It is her spirit I need. I am going.

Someone knocked. They have come back.

No, Bertha has a key. It is he. At least, I am going, whoever it is.

He? Who?

O, probably Robert. I am going out through the garden. I cannot see him now. Say I have gone to the post. Goodbye.

[With growing alarm.] It is Robert you do not wish to see?

[Quietly.] For the moment, yes. This talk has upset me. Ask him to wait.

You will come back?

Please God.

[He goes out quickly through the garden.