LEONARD. I don't see that a scrap with George Truefit would help much. I've lost Mary. That's plain. TIMBRELL. Well, well. I've no more to say. LEONARD. It has been an extraordinarily interesting episode. The most stimulating thing that ever happened to me. I must thank you for that, Mary. MRS. TIMBRELL. [_Turning suddenly on LEONARD._] Doesn't it hurt you. Can you get outside it like that? LEONARD. Oh! Yes. It hurts me splendidly. TIMBRELL. Your conduct is despicable, sir. The man who allows his wife to leave him is not a man. LEONARD. [_Snappishly._] Oh! Don't talk rubbish. Your wife left you long ago. She never came to you. You've never had a wife. TIMBRELL. I don't understand you. I don't want to understand you. I pray that I may never understand you. LEONARD. Of course you don't want to understand. That's just it. I think sometimes that people like you are just as intelligent as we are but you're timid, you daren't let your thoughts stray, you have secrets from yourselves. Well, mother, I shall have to look to you now Mary's gone. MRS. TIMBRELL. I can do nothing for you. You've ceased to be a child. LEONARD. To him--to my father--Yes. Not to you. MRS. TIMBRELL. Yes. You know too much. You can only pretend to be my child. LEONARD. I'm to be alone, then. Mary, I shall be quite alone. MARY. I daresay you'll pick up somebody. LEONARD. You've no sentiment at all. MARY. I must go. Good-bye, ma'am. [_MARY and MRS. TIMBRELL embrace. MARY moves toward the door. The others, with the exception of TIMBRELL, follow her, LEONARD slowly and wistfully. They go out, meeting EDGAR who stares at them in some astonishment but without greeting and advances to his father._] EDGAR. What's this? TIMBRELL. [_Testily._] What's what? EDGAR. Some sort of family reconciliation? TIMBRELL. Just the reverse. EDGAR. They seemed to be saying good-bye to her. TIMBRELL. She's gone. EDGAR. Gone? TIMBRELL. Take care Sheila doesn't go. EDGAR. Sheila? TIMBRELL. Perhaps she's gone already. EDGAR. What do you mean? TIMBRELL. I've been listening to the ravings of lunacy and they've affected my brain. I'm getting old. Do you ever have any doubt about yourself, Edgar? Do you ever think you're a fool? EDGAR. No, I don't think I'm a fool. TIMBRELL. Neither am I. EDGAR. But what is it? What's been going on? [_The Curtain falls._] TURNBULL AND SPEARS, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH Transcriber's Note This transcription is based on scans of a copy made available by the California State University East Bay Libraries. These images have been posted with the Internet Archive at: archive.org/details/MonkhouseMaryBroome In general, the grammar and spelling in the source text have not been changed. For example, variant spellings (such as "disagraceful" and "truculantly") and spellings used to suggest an accent (such as "druv" and "perfession") have been retained. A few changes were made for the sake of consistency. The following changes were noted: