[_They all speak with lowered voices now._] She is asleep. She really needed the tablet. It was a mercy she got it. She was nervous and overwrought, and it has put her to sleep. John Speaker Yes, it was a mercy she got it. She was nervous and overwrought, and it has put her to sleep. ... And you know, Mary, she _would_ have t... if I had _struggled_ with her, she would have _died!_ A struggle would have killed her. John Thinker And now she will die because there was no struggle. Mary Thinker She will die. John Speaker Is she breathing quite naturally, Mary? Mary Speaker Quite. Quite naturally. Mary Thinker _Death_ is quite natural. John Thinker And she is dying. John Speaker Well, if she had struggled and died... if she had died through any fault of mine... I would always have reproached myself.... Mary Speaker You have nothing to reproach yourself for. You need never reproach yourself with regard to her.... John Thinker She was old. She was very old. She will be better dead. Mary Thinker She is not quite dead. John Speaker I don't like the way she is breathing.... She is scarcely breathing.... She doesn't seem to be breathing at all! Mary Speaker Old people breathe very quietly. Mary Thinker Old people die very quietly. John Thinker And she is dying. Mary Thinker She is dead! John Thinker Mary... Mary... is she breathing at all? Mary Speaker Call the maid.... Send for the doctor.... Call the maid! John Thinker It is too late for any doctor. Mary Thinker Too late! John Speaker Mary, Mary.... My God... she can't be _dead!_ Mary Speaker [_Bending above her._] John, dear... try to bear it bravely... but... but I'm afraid she is.... Poor Cousin Fanny has left us! John Speaker [_Rapidly_.] Poor Cousin Fanny.... Poor Cousin Fanny.... Poor Cousin Fanny.... John Thinker Fifteen thousand a year... fifteen thousand a year.... Why do I think of that?... But I can't help it.... I can't help thinking of it.... Mary Speaker I'll go get the maid. [_Going_.] John Speaker Stop.... Wait, Mary.... Don't call her yet... get her presently.... I don't want to be alone just now.... I'm in a kind of fog.... [_Lights go out as he says this; he continues in the darkness._] I'm all in the dark. [_Lights on again_.] [_In the interim, which is very short, Cousin Fanny has gone over to the room on the left in which are John and Mary Thinker, and sits in chair corresponding to one which she has just left._] [_She is silent and motionless, but her head is lifted; her eyes are open; she is alive again. When lights go on again, John and Mary Speaker still stand before chair she has left as if she were in it; it is apparent that they believe themselves to be still looking at the old woman._] Mary Speaker Nonsense... all in the dark?... What do you mean by all in the dark? John Speaker Nothing... nothing now. It has passed.... [Pointing to chair where Cousin Fanny was.] She died with a smile on her face! John Thinker