ACT I
Frank : Kitty, please. I’ve news for you—grave news—but I can’t tell it unless you’ll listen quietly.
Kitty : For God’s sake, Frank! Tell me, Chris is mad . . . is that it?
Frank : Kitty, please. It’s absurd to jump to conclusions like that. Of course he’s not mad.
Kitty : What did you mean, then, when you said well in body?
Frank : Kitty, please . . . won’t you sit down? It’s a long story I’ve got to tell you. I can’t tell it you like this. You must control yourself . . . please . . . for all our sakes. Sit down and listen quietly. Come.
[He puts her, dazed, into a chair, and takes Margaret’s chair himself. His foot strikes the umbrella. He stoops and picks it up.
What’s this?
Kitty : It’s her umbrella.
Frank : Hers? Jenny’s?
Kitty : That woman’s. Mrs. Grey’s.
Frank : Mrs. Grey?
Kitty : Margaret . . . what was her name . . . Allington?
Frank (with a jump) : Margaret Allington? Did you say Margaret Allington?
Kitty : Yes . . . Chris’s woman.
Jenny : Kitty!
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