_Dense woods rise sheer from the grass and bramble-grown ditches at the roadsides. At the junction of the two roads there is a signpost, its arms pointing towards the right and the left, rear. A pile of round stones is at the road corner, left forward. A full moon, riding high overhead, throws the roads into white, shadowless relief and masses the woods into walls of compact blackness. The trees lean heavily together, their branches motionless, unstirred by any trace of wind._ _As the curtain rises,_ Eileen _is discovered standing in the middle of the road, front centre. Her face shows white and clear in the bright moonlight as she stares with anxious expectancy up the road to the left. Her body is fixed in an attitude of rigid immobility as if she were afraid the slightest movement would break the spell of silence and awaken the unknown. She has shrunk instinctively as far away as she can from the mysterious darkness which rises at the roadsides like an imprisoning wall. A sound of hurried footfalls, muffled by the dust, comes from the road she is watching. She gives a startled gasp. Her eyes strain to identify the oncomer. Uncertain, trembling with fright, she hesitates a second; then darts to the side of the road and crouches down in the shadow._ Stephen Murray _comes down the road from the left. He stops by the signpost and peers about him. He wears a cap, the peak of which casts his face into shadow. Finally he calls in a low voice._ MURRAY. Eileen! EILEEN (_coming out quickly from her hiding-place--with a glad little cry_). Stephen! At last! (_She runs to him as if she were going to fling her arms about him, but stops abashed. He reaches out and takes her hands._) MURRAY. At last? It can't be twelve yet. (_He leads her to the pile of stones on the left._) I haven't heard the village clock. EILEEN. I must have come early. It seemed as if I'd been waiting for ages. I was so anxious---- MURRAY. How your hands tremble! Were you frightened? EILEEN (_forcing a smile_). A little. The woods are so black--and queer-looking. I'm all right now. MURRAY. Sit down. You must rest. (_In a tone of annoyed reproof._) I'm going to read you a lecture, young lady. You shouldn't ever have done this--running a temp and---- Good heavens, don't you want to get well? EILEEN (_dully_). I don't know----