START: Olwen (distressed). Robert, please don’t drink any more to- night. I know how you feel, but it’ll only make you worse — really, it will.

Robert. What does it matter ? I’m through, anyway.

Olwen. Robert, I can’t bear seeing you like this. You don’t know how it hurts me.

Robert. I’m sorry, Olwen, I really am sorry. You’re the only one who’s really come out of this. I know that. Strange, isn’t it — that you should have been feeling like that about me all the time?

[... …]

END: Olwen (half screaming). No, Robert, no. This is horrible, mad. Please, please don’t go on. (Quieter.) It won’t seem like this to- morrow.

Robert ( crazy now). To-morrow. To-morrow. I tell you. I’m through. I’m through. There can’t be a to-morrow.

(He turns and rushes out.)

Freda ( screaming , moving down to