[WELLWYN fetches the decanter. With the little there is left FERRAND chafes the girl's hands and forehead, and pours some between her lips. But there is no response from the inert body.] FERRAND. Her soul is still away, Monsieur! [WELLWYN, seizing the decanter, pours into it tea and boiling water.] CONSTABLE. It's never drownin', sir--her head was hardly under; I was on to her like knife. FERRAND. [Rubbing her feet.] She has not yet her philosophy, Monsieur; at the beginning they often try. If she is dead! [In a voice of awed rapture.] What fortune! CONSTABLE. [With puzzled sadness.] True enough, sir--that! We'd just begun to know 'er. If she 'as been taken--her best friends couldn't wish 'er better. WELLWYN. [Applying the decanter to her dips.] Poor little thing! I'll try this hot tea. FERRAND. [Whispering.] 'La mort--le grand ami!' WELLWYN. Look! Look at her! She's coming round! [A faint tremor passes over MRS. MEGAN's body. He again applies the hot drink to her mouth. She stirs and gulps.] CONSTABLE. [With intense relief.] That's brave! Good lass! She'll pick up now, sir. [Then, seeing that TIMSON and the curious persons have again opened the door, he drives them out, and stands with his back against it. MRS. MEGAN comes to herself.] WELLWYN. [Sitting on the dais and supporting her--as if to a child.] There you are, my dear. There, there--better now! That's right. Drink a little more of this tea. [MRS. MEGAN drinks from the decanter.] FERRAND. [Rising.] Bring her to the fire, Monsieur. [They take her to the fire and seat her on the little stool. From the moment of her restored animation FERRAND has resumed his air of cynical detachment, and now stands apart with arms folded, watching.] WELLWYN. Feeling better, my child? MRS. MEGAN. Yes. WELLWYN. That's good. That's good. Now, how was it? Um? MRS. MEGAN. I dunno. [She shivers.] I was standin' here just now when you was talkin', and when I heard 'im, it cam' over me to do it--like. WELLWYN. Ah, yes I know. MRS. MEGAN. I didn't seem no good to meself nor any one. But when I got in the water, I didn't want to any more. It was cold in there. WELLWYN. Have you been having such a bad time of it? MRS. MEGAN. Yes. And listenin' to him upset me. [She signs with her head at FERRAND.] I feel better now I've been in the water. [She smiles and shivers.] WELLWYN. There, there! Shivery? Like to walk up and down a little? [They begin walking together up and down.] WELLWYN. Beastly when your head goes under? MRS. MEGAN. Yes. It frightened me. I thought I wouldn't come up again. WELLWYN. I know--sort of world without end, wasn't it? What did you think of, um? MRS. MEGAN. I wished I 'adn't jumped--an' I thought of my baby-- that died--and--[in a rather surprised voice] and I thought of d-dancin'.