MRS. HUNTER. [_Angry._] But his _life insurance_,--there was a big policy in my name. MASON. He had been obliged to let that lapse. MRS. HUNTER. You mean I haven't even my _life_ insurance? MASON. As I said, there is nothing, except this house, and that is-- MRS. HUNTER. [_Rises indignantly and almost screams in angry hysterics._] _Mortgaged_, I presume! Oh, it's insulting! It's an indignity. It's--it's--Oh, well, it's just like my husband, there! BLANCHE. Mother! [RUTH _rises, and, taking_ MASON'S _arm, leads him aside._ MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Oh, don't talk to me now! You always preferred your father, and now you're punished for it! He has wilfully left your mother and sisters paupers! BLANCHE. How can you speak like that! Surely you know father must have suffered more than we could when he realized he was leaving nothing for you. JESSICA. Yes, and it was for us too that he lost all. It was our extravagance. MRS. HUNTER. Hush! How dare _you_ side against me, too? RUTH. Florence-- MRS. HUNTER. Well, Ruth, what do you think of your brother now? BLANCHE. [_To her mother._] Don't! MASON. By whom were the arrangements for to-day made? MRS. HUNTER. My son-in-law had most pressing business, and his friend-- BLANCHE. The friend of all of us-- MRS. HUNTER. Yes, of course, Mr. Warden saw to everything. BLANCHE. He will be here any moment! MASON. When he comes, will you send him on to me, please? RUTH. Yes. MASON. Very well. Good-by. [_Shakes hands with_ BLANCHE.] I am very sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news. MRS. HUNTER. [_Shaking hands with him._] Please overlook anything I may have said; at such a moment, with the loss of all my money--and my dear husband--I don't know _what_ to say! MASON. Naturally. [_To the others._] Good-by. [_To_ RUTH, _who follows him._] I'll come to see you in the morning. [_As they shake hands._ RUTH. And I can then tell you what I settle here now. [MASON _goes out Left._] Florence, I'm very sorry-- [_Interrupted._ MRS. HUNTER. Oh! _You!_ Sorry! RUTH. Yes, very, very sorry,--first, that I spoke as I did just now. MRS. HUNTER. It's too late to be sorry for that now. RUTH. No, it isn't, and I'll prove to you I mean it. Come, we'll talk things over. MRS. HUNTER. Go away! I don't want you to prove anything to me! [MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _sit side by side on the sofa._ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA _are in chairs near the table._ RUTH _sits beside_ BLANCHE. MRS. HUNTER _has something the manner of porcupines and shows a set determination to accept nothing by way of comfort or expedient._ BLANCHE _looks hopeful and ready to take the helm for the family._ JESSICA _will back up_ BLANCHE.] My happiness in this world is over. What have I to live for? RUTH. Your children! MRS. HUNTER. Beggars like myself! BLANCHE. But your children will work for you. CLARA. Work! I see myself. RUTH. So do I. MRS. HUNTER. My children work! Don't be absurd!