Act III]
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Beatrice
[Advances rapidly.] Mrs Rowan, excuse me for coming at such an hour.
Bertha
[Turns.] Good morning, Miss Justice. [She comes towards her.] Is anything the matter?
Beatrice
[Nervously.] I don't know. That is what I wanted to ask you.
Bertha
[Looks curiously at her.] You are out of breath. Won't you sit down?
Beatrice
[Sitting down.] Thank you.
Bertha
[Sits opposite her, pointing to her paper.] Is there something in the paper?
Beatrice
[Laughs nervously: opens the paper.] Yes.
Bertha
About Dick?
Beatrice
Yes. Here it is. A long article, a leading article, by my cousin. All his life is here. Do you wish to see it?
Bertha
[Takes the paper, and opens it.] Where is it?
Beatrice
In the middle. It is headed: A Distinguished Irishman.
