I’m mixing my liquors. Bad habit, isn’t it? You’ll be ravishing in black, darling. It always suited you. [CATHERINE _gives an inarticulate sob_. GEORGE WINTER, _shrugging his shoulders, goes towards the door_. GEORGE WINTER. Will you promise to prevent anyone from disturbing me? CATHERINE. Yes. GEORGE WINTER. In half an hour you can go to bed.... I hope you’ll sleep as soundly as I shall. [_He goes out and locks the door behind him._ CATHERINE _hides her face in her hands and moans with fright and horror. In a moment_ O’DONNELL _comes in_. CATHERINE _starts as she hears him_. CATHERINE. I thought you’d gone to bed. O’DONNELL. I feel so awfully wide awake. I came in to see if I could find a book. CATHERINE. [_Pointing to a table._] There are some over there. O’DONNELL. You’re looking dreadfully done up. Why don’t you turn in? [_At that moment shouts are heard in the square below, cheers and cries of_ WINTER. CATHERINE. [_Frightened._] What’s that? O’DONNELL. [_Going to the window._] Oh, it’s closing time. Enthusiastic politicians who’ve been turned out of the public-houses. [_Cries of_ WINTER, WINTER. CATHERINE. Oh, send them away, I can’t bear it. O’DONNELL. [_Opening the window and calling out._] Mr. Winter has gone to bed, gentlemen, and I strongly recommend you to follow his example. [_He shuts the window, amid the laughter and cheers of the roisterers. They go away singing._ CATHERINE _clenches her hands to prevent herself from screaming_. O’DONNELL. [_With a laugh._] Splendid, aren’t they? CATHERINE. Now, you really must go to bed. O’DONNELL. [_Taking a book from the table._] All right. I dare say we shall have a busy day to-morrow.... I really think this is the happiest day I’ve ever had. Life is jolly, isn’t it? CATHERINE. [_With a strange look at him._] Yes. O’DONNELL. Good-night. CATHERINE. [_With a sudden start._] Oh! O’DONNELL. What’s the matter? CATHERINE. I thought I heard a sound. O’DONNELL. I didn’t. The hotel’s as still as death, for a wonder. I hope the trains won’t disturb you to-night. CATHERINE. Good-night. [_He goes out._ CATHERINE _turns and looks at the door of_ GEORGE WINTER’S _room. She takes a step towards it._ CATHERINE. George! [_She listens, but there is no answer. With a gesture of horror she turns away._ FRED BENNETT _bursts into the room_. BENNETT. I beg your pardon. I didn’t expect to find any one here. Where’s the Governor? CATHERINE. I don’t know. BENNETT. I want to see him at once. CATHERINE. He can’t see any one to-night. BENNETT. He’ll see me. CATHERINE. He left instructions that no one was to bother him. BENNETT. It’s a matter of life and death. CATHERINE. [_With a shiver of apprehension._] I tell you, you can’t see him. BENNETT. Isn’t he in his room? CATHERINE. No. BENNETT. [_Going towards the door._] Are you sure? CATHERINE.