_He gets up with a quick movement of strange strength, and faces her. His smile changes into a graver gladness._ TREBELL. Something has happened ... in spite of me. My heart's clean again. I'm ready for fresh adventures. FRANCES. [_With a nod and answering gladness._] That's right. _So she leaves him, her mind at rest. For a minute he does not move. When his gaze narrows it falls on the heaps of letters. He carries them carefully into_ WALTER KENT'S _room and arranges them as carefully on his table. On his way out he stops for a moment; then with a sudden movement bangs the door._ * * * * * _Two hours later the room has been put in order. It is even more full of light and the shadows are harder than usual. The doors are open, showing you_ KENT'S _door still closed. At the big writing table in_ TREBELL'S _chair sits_ WEDGECROFT, _pale and grave, intent on finishing a letter._ FRANCES _comes to find him. For a moment she leans on the table silently, her eyes half closed. You would say a broken woman. When she speaks it is swiftly, but tonelessly._ FRANCES. Lord Horsham is in the drawing room ... and I can't see him, I really can't. He has come to say he is sorry ... and I should tell him that it is his fault, partly. I know I should ... and I don't want to. Won't you go in? What are you writing? WEDGECROFT, _with his physicianly pre-occupation, can attend, understand, sympathise, without looking up at her._ WEDGECROFT. Never mind. A necessary note ... to the Coroner's office. Yes, I'll see Horsham. FRANCES. I've managed to get the pistol out of his hand. Was that wrong ... oughtn't I to have touched it? WEDGECROFT. Of course you oughtn't. You must stay away from the room. I'd better have locked the door. FRANCES. [_Pitifully._] I'm sorry ... but I couldn't bear to see the pistol in his hand. I won't go back. After all he's not there in the room, is he? But how long do you think the spirit stays near the body ... how long? When people die gently of age or weakness.... But when the spirit and body are so strong and knit together and all alive as his.... WEDGECROFT. [_His hand on hers._] Hush ... hush. FRANCES. His face is very eager ... as if it still could speak. I know that. MRS. FARRANT _comes through the open doorway._ FRANCES _hears her steps and turning falls into her outstretched arms to cry there._ FRANCES. Oh, Julia! MRS. FARRANT. Oh my dear Fanny! I came with Cyril Horsham ... I don't think Simpson even saw me. FRANCES. I can't go in and talk to him. MRS. FARRANT. He'll understand. But I heard you come in here.... WEDGECROFT. I'll tell Horsham. _He has finished and addressed his letter, so he goes out with it._ FRANCES _lifts her head. These two are in accord and can speak their feelings without disguise or preparation._