HOME. Good riddance! [Venomously--his eyes darting between MORE and KATHERINE] Go and stump the country! Find out what they think of you! You'll pardon me! One by one, without a word, only BANNING looking back, they pass out into the hall. MORE sits down at the table before the pile of newspapers. KATHERINE, in the window, never moves. OLIVE comes along the terrace to her mother. OLIVE. They were nice ones! Such a lot of dirty people following, and some quite clean, Mummy. [Conscious from her mother's face that something is very wrong, she looks at her father, and then steals up to his side] Uncle Hubert's gone, Daddy; and Auntie Helen's crying. And--look at Mummy! [MORE raises his head and looks.] OLIVE. Do be on our side! Do! She rubs her cheek against his. Feeling that he does not rub his cheek against hers, OLIVE stands away, and looks from him to her mother in wonder. THE CURTAIN FALLS ACT III SCENE I A cobble-stoned alley, without pavement, behind a suburban theatre. The tall, blind, dingy-yellowish wall of the building is plastered with the tattered remnants of old entertainment bills, and the words: "To Let," and with several torn, and one still virgin placard, containing this announcement: "Stop-the- War Meeting, October 1st. Addresses by STEPHEN MORE, Esq., and others." The alley is plentifully strewn with refuse and scraps of paper. Three stone steps, inset, lead to the stage door. It is a dark night, and a street lamp close to the wall throws all the light there is. A faint, confused murmur, as of distant hooting is heard. Suddenly a boy comes running, then two rough girls hurry past in the direction of the sound; and the alley is again deserted. The stage door opens, and a doorkeeper, poking his head out, looks up and down. He withdraws, but in a second reappears, preceding three black-coated gentlemen. DOORKEEPER. It's all clear. You can get away down here, gentlemen. Keep to the left, then sharp to the right, round the corner. THE THREE. [Dusting themselves, and settling their ties] Thanks, very much! Thanks! FIRST BLACK-COATED GENTLEMAN. Where's More? Isn't he coming? They are joined by a fourth black-coated GENTLEMAN. FOURTH BLACK-COATED GENTLEMAN. Just behind. [TO the DOORKEEPER] Thanks. They hurry away. The DOORKEEPER retires. Another boy runs past. Then the door opens again. STEEL and MORE come out. MORE stands hesitating on the steps; then turns as if to go back. STEEL. Come along, sir, come! MORE. It sticks in my gizzard, Steel.