had the truth out of that little scoundrel! My wife's
been here; she put you up to it.

[The face of CHLOE is seen transfixed between the curtains,
parted by her hands.]

She--she put you up to it. Liar that she is--a living lie. For
three years a living lie!

[HILLCRIST whose face alone is turned towards the curtains,
sees that listening face. His hand goes up from uncontrollable
emotion.]

And hasn't now the pluck to tell me. I've done with her. I won't
own a child by such a woman.

[With a little sighing sound CHLOE drops the curtain and
vanishes.]

HILLCRIST. For God's sake, man, think of what you're saying. She's
in great distress.

CHARLES. And what am I?

JILL. She loves you, you know.

CHARLES. Pretty love! That scoundrel Dawker told me--told me--
Horrible! Horrible!

HILLCRIST. I deeply regret that our quarrel should have brought
this about.

CHARLES. [With intense bitterness] Yes, you've smashed my life.

[Unseen by them, MRS. HILLCRIST has entered and stands by the
door, Left.]

MRS. H. Would you have wished to live on in ignorance? [They all
turn to look at her.]

CHARLES. [With a writhing movement] I don't know. But--you--you
did it.

MRS. H. You shouldn't have attacked us.

CHARLES. What did we do to you--compared with this?

MRS. H. All you could.

HILLCRIST. Enough, enough! What can we do to help you?

CHARLES. Tell me where my wife is.

[JILL draws the curtains apart--the window is open--JILL looks
out. They wait in silence.]

JILL. We don't know.

CHARLES. Then she was here?

HILLCRIST. Yes, sir; and she heard you.

CHARLES. All the better if she did. She knows how I feel.

HILLCRIST. Brace up; be gentle with her.

CHARLES. Gentle? A woman who--who----

HILLCRIST. A most unhappy creature. Come!

CHARLES. Damn your sympathy!

[He goes out into the moonlight, passing away.]

JILL. Dodo, we ought to look for her; I'm awfully afraid.

HILLCRIST. I saw her there--listening. With child! Who knows
where things end when they and begin? To the gravel pit, Jill; I'll
go to the pond. No, we'll go together. [They go out.]

[MRS. HILLCRIST comes down to the fireplace, rings the bell
and stands there, thinking. FELLOWS enters.]

MRS. H. I want someone to go down to Mr. Dawker's.

FELLOWS. Mr. Dawker is here, ma'am, waitin' to see you.

MRS. H. As