A WOMAN OF
ACT IV.
GERALD
Well, dear mother. You never came out after all. So we have come in to fetch you. Mother, you have not been crying? [Kneels down beside her.]
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
My boy! My boy! My boy! [Running her fingers through his hair.]
HESTER
[Coming over.] But you have two children now. You'll let me be your daughter?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
[Looking up.] Would you choose me for a mother?
HESTER
You of all women I have ever known.
[They move towards the door leading into garden with their arms round each other's waists. GERALD goes to table L.C. for his hat. On turning round he sees LORD ILLINGWORTH'S glove lying on the floor, and picks it up.]
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