Myra
I will notnot go out into the garden.
Judith
Twisting her handkerchief.
Please go—I don’t think I can bear any more just now.
David
So this is the end, Judith?
Judith
Yes, my dear—the end.
Simon
Mother—Mother, I’ve got something important to tell you.
Judith
Smiling bravely.
Very well, dear.