Not as you love--what’s right. If you loved her, don’t you want to protect her--now that she lies dead in there? [_Her voice breaking._] Oh, Miss Margaret, it was right at the very _end_ of her life. Maybe when we’re going to die things we’ve borne all our lives are things we can’t bear any longer. Just--don’t count that last hour. MARGARET [_After a moment of being swayed by this._] Yet you counted it, Abbie. You did what she said--because of the strength of her. You told me last night--her mind was there. Terrible the way it was right _there_. She hadn’t left her life. ABBIE Well, and if she hadn’t left her life! If all those years with him there was something she hid, and if she seemed to feel--what she didn’t feel. She did it well, didn’t she?--and almost to the last. Shan’t we hide it now? For her? You and me, who loved her--isn’t she _safe_--with us? [_Going nearer MARGARET._] Perhaps if you would go in there now-- MARGARET Oh no--no. ABBIE [_In a last deeply emotional appeal._] Miss Margaret, didn’t she do a good deal for you? MARGARET _Do_ a good deal for me? Yes. Yes! ABBIE Yes. She did for me. I--I’m something _more_ on account of her. Aren’t you? MARGARET Yes. ABBIE Yes, I think you are too. I can see myself as I’d have been if my life hadn’t been lived round her. [_Thinks, shakes her head._] It would be left you--what feels and knows it feels. And you said it was through Bernice you could see. Well, lets forget what we don’t want to know! On account of what we are that we wouldn’t have been--lets put it out of our minds! One ugly thing in a whole beautiful life! Let it go! And let all the rest live! [_They can see CRAIG outside._] Oh--do this for _her_. _Make_ yourself do it. Let _that_ be what’s dead--and let all the rest live! You were _her_ friend not his. [_CRAIG turns to the house, but when about to come in, turns away, covering his face._ MARGARET [_Taking hold of ABBIE._] You see? He thinks she loved him and he killed her. He might do what he thinks she did! ABBIE [_Falling back._] O-h.