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MRS HUSHABYE. [completing the stanza]
- And now must she lie beside him, even as she made her bed.
LADY UTTERWORD [calling from the garden]. Hesione! Hesione! Where are you?
HECTOR. The cat is on the tiles.
MRS HUSHABYE. Coming, darling, coming [she goes quickly into the garden].
- The captain goes back to his place at the table.
HECTOR [going out into the hall]. Shall I turn up the lights for you?
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. No. Give me deeper darkness. Money is not made in the light.
