Then she followed me to ... to your sister-in-law's. And she came up and made another scene. Then I lost my head. I was so furious, I don't know what I said. I was mad. I told her I'd have nothing more to do with her.... Oh, I can't bear it, I can't bear it. [_He breaks down and hides his face in his hands, sobbing._ JOHN. Come, Basil--pull yourself together a bit. BASIL. [_Looking up despairingly._] I can hear her voice now. I can see the look of her eyes. She asked me to give her another chance, and I refused. It was so pitiful to hear the way she appealed to me, only I was mad, and I couldn't feel it. [FANNY _comes in with the cup of tea, which_ BASIL _silently takes and drinks_. FANNY. [_To_ JOHN.] He ain't slept a wink all night, sir.... No more 'ave I, for the matter of that. [JOHN _nods, but does not answer; and_ FANNY, _wiping her eyes with her apron, leaves the room_. BASIL. Oh, I'd give everything not to have said what I did. I'd always held myself in before, but yesterday--I couldn't. JOHN. Well? BASIL. I didn't get back here till nearly ten, and the maid told me Jenny had just gone out. I thought she'd gone back to her mother's. JOHN. Yes? BASIL. And soon after a constable came up and asked me to go down to the river. He said there'd been an accident.... She was dead. A man had seen her walk along the tow-path and throw herself in. JOHN. Where is she now? BASIL. [_Pointing to one of the doors._] In there. JOHN. Will you take me in? BASIL. Go in alone, John. I daren't, I'm afraid to look at her. I can't bear the look on her face.... I killed her--as surely as if I'd strangled her with my own hands. I've been looking at the door all night, and once I thought I heard a sound. I thought she was coming to reproach me for killing her. [JOHN _goes to the door, and as he opens it_, BASIL _averts his head. When_ JOHN _shuts the door after him, he looks at it with staring, frightened eyes, half mad with agony. He tries to contain himself. After a while_ JOHN _comes back, very quietly_. BASIL. [_Whispering._] What does she look like? JOHN. There's nothing to be afraid of, Basil. She might be sleeping. BASIL. [_Clenching his hands._] But the ghastly pallor.... JOHN. [_Gravely._] She's happier than she would ever have been if she'd lived. [BASIL _sighs deeply_. JOHN. [_Seeing the revolver._] What's this for? BASIL. [_With a groan of self-contempt._] I tried to kill myself in the night. JOHN. H'm! [_He takes the cartridges out and puts the revolver in his pocket._ BASIL.