VIDA. It's Matthew. And, Jack, dear, you'd best get the hang of it before Cynthia comes. You might tell me all about your divorce. That's a sympathetic subject. Were you able to undermine it? JOHN. No. I've got a wire from my lawyer this morning. The divorce holds. She's a free woman. She can marry whom she likes. [_The organ is heard, very softly played._] Is that Cynthia? [_He rises quickly._ VIDA. It's the organ! JOHN. [_Overwhelmingly excited._] By George! I should never have come! I think I'll go. [_He makes a movement toward the door._ VIDA. [_Rises and follows him remonstratingly._] When I need you? JOHN. I can't stand it. VIDA. Oh, but, Jack-- JOHN. Good-night! VIDA. I feel quite ill. [_Seeing that she must play her last card to keep him, pretends to faintness; sways and falls into his arms._] Oh! JOHN. [_In a rage, but beaten._] I believe you're putting up a fake. _The organ swells as_ CYNTHIA _enters sweepingly, dressed in full evening dress for the wedding ceremony._ JOHN, _not knowing what to do, keeps his arms about_ VIDA _as a horrid necessity._ CYNTHIA. [_Speaking as she comes in, to_ MATTHEW.] Here I am. Ridiculous to make it a conventional thing, you know. Come in on the swell of the music, and all that, just as if I'd never been married before. Where's Philip? [_She looks for_ PHILIP _and sees_ JOHN _with_ VIDA _in his arms. She stops short._ JOHN. [_Uneasy and embarrassed._] A glass of water! I beg your pardon, Mrs. Karslake-- [_The organ plays on._ CYNTHIA. [_Ironical and calm._] Vida! JOHN. She has fainted. CYNTHIA. [_Cynically._] Fainted? [_Without pausing._] Dear, dear, dear, terrible! So she has. [SIR WILFRID _takes the flowers from a vase and prepares to sprinkle_ VIDA'S _forehead with the water it contains._] No, no, not her forehead, Sir Wilfrid, her frock! Sprinkle her best Paquin! If it's a real faint, she will not come to! VIDA. [_Coming quickly to her senses as her Paris importation is about to suffer._] I almost fainted. CYNTHIA. Almost! VIDA. [_Using the stock phrase as a matter of course, and reviving rapidly._] Where am I? [JOHN _glances at_ CYNTHIA _sharply._] Oh, the bride! I beg every one's pardon. Cynthia, at a crisis like this, I simply couldn't stay away from Philip! CYNTHIA. Stay away from Philip? [JOHN _and_ CYNTHIA _exchange glances._ VIDA. Your arm, Jack; and lead me where there is air. JOHN _and_ VIDA _go into the further room. The organ stops._ SIR WILFRID _and_ CYNTHIA _are practically alone in the room._ JOHN _and_ VIDA _are barely within sight. He is first seen to take her fan and give her air; then to pick up a book and read to her._ SIR WILFRID. I've come back.