you were saying, and you’ve been ashamed to own up to the truth before this. Tell him something, anything, that’ll bring him peace and make him believe you’ve loved him all the time.
Ruth—[Dully.] It’s no good. He wouldn’t believe me.
Andrew—[Furiously.] You’ve got to make him believe you, do you hear? You’ve got to—now—hurry—you never know when it may be too late. [As she hesitates—imploringly.] For God’s sake, Ruth! Don’t you see you owe it to him? You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t.
Ruth—[Dully.] I’ll go. [She gets wearily to her feet and walks slowly toward the bedroom.] But it won’t do any good. [Andrew’s eyes are fixed on her anxiously. She opens the door and steps inside the room. She remains standing there for a minute. The she calls in a frightened voice.] Rob! Where are you? [Then she hurries back, trembling with fright.] Andy! Andy! He’s gone!
Andrew—[Misunderstanding her—his face pale with dread.] He’s not———
Ruth—[Interrupting him—hysterically.] He’s gone! He isn’t in there. The bed’s empty. The window’s wide open. He must have crawled out into the yard!
Andrew—[Springing to his feet. He rushes into the bedroom and returns immediately with an expression of alarmed amazement on his face.] Come! He
