MISS MILLER: You needn’t be frightened--it isn’t anyone down here. That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it--that it may all end up tamely after all, with a hasty marriage, and nothing left to talk about! You’d like to hustle me away, like Fanny, to somewhere that will take your money, and make you feel all nice and glowing and charitable--and where they’ll “take away the baby, and the mother probably never sets eyes on it at all.” To be allowed to keep it, would “put a premium on immorality” wouldn’t it? Ha, ha, ha! I’ve been frightened all these weeks, but I’m not frightened any more now. Something went snap inside my head, I think, all in a minute, while I was listening to all of you. I’d thought of appealing to you, you see--such kind ladies, all given over to works of charity! If you’re the _charitable_ (_laughing wildly_) what would _other_ people say? No, no, no--I’ll not be like Fanny, I’ve thought of a better plan than any of yours! (_She springs on to the sill of the open window. Mrs. Akers cries “Stop her!” and they dash forward, but the table impedes them, and Miss Miller, still laughing, throws herself out._ _The curtain falls as Mrs. Lloyd-Evans, screaming, pulls at the locked door, and the other two women throw themselves against the window and look downwards._) THE END PRINTED BY THE ANCHOR PRESS, LTD., TIPTREE, ESSEX, ENGLAND. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Emboldened text is surrounded by equals signs: =bold=. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained. The cover image for this eBook was created by the transcriber using the original cover and is entered into the public domain.