RUTH. Yes. I wanted to be the last there. [_Her voice chokes; she tries to control herself._] Ah! you see my nerves are all gone to pieces. I _won't_ cry any more! MRS. HUNTER. I don't see how you could bear it--staying; but you never had any heart, Ruth. RUTH. [_Mechanically, biting her lips hard to keep the tears back._] Haven't I? MRS. HUNTER. My darling husband always felt that defect in you. RUTH. George? MRS. HUNTER. He resented your treatment of me, and often said so. RUTH. [_Very quietly, but with determination._] Please be careful. Don't talk to me like this about my brother, Florence--or you'll make me say something I shall be sorry for. MRS. HUNTER. I don't care! It wore on him, the way you treated me. I put up with it for his sake, but it helped undermine his health. RUTH. Florence, stop! MRS. HUNTER. [_In foolish anger, the resentment of years bursting out._] I _won't_ stop! I'm alone now, and the least you can do is to see that people who've fought shy of me take me up and give me my due. You've been a cruel, selfish sister-in-law, and your own brother saw and hated you for it! BLANCHE. _Mother!_ RUTH. [_Outraged._] Send your daughters out of the room; I wish to answer you alone. MRS. HUNTER. [_Frightened._] No! what you have to say to me I prefer my children to hear! [CLARA _comes over to her mother and puts her arm about her._ RUTH. I can't remain quiet any longer. George--[_She almost breaks down, but she controls herself._] This funeral is enough, with its show and worldliness! I don't believe there was a soul in the church you didn't see! Look at your handkerchief! Real grief isn't measured by the width of a black border. I'm ashamed of you, Florence! I never liked you very much, although I tried to for your husband's sake, but now I'm even more ashamed of you. My dear brother is gone, and there need be no further bond between us, but I want you to understand the true reason why, from to-day, I keep away from you. This funeral was revolting to me!--a show spectacle, a social function, and for _him_ who you know _hated_ the very thing. [_She stops a moment to control her tears and her anger._] I saw the reporters there, and I heard your message to them, and I contradicted it. I begged them not to use your information, and they were gentlemen and promised me not to. You are, and always have been, a silly, frivolous woman. I don't doubt you loved your husband as much as you could any man, but it wasn't enough for me; he was worth being adored by the best and noblest woman in the world. I've stood by all these years, trying with my love and silent sympathy to be some comfort to him--but I saw the disappointment and disillusionment eat away the very _hope_ of happiness out of his heart. I tried to help him by helping you in your foolish ambitions, doing what I could to give my brother's wife the social position _his name_ entitled her to! MRS. HUNTER. That's not true; I've had to fight it out all alone!