Wales' glove and the minute I
'ave it in my hand I went off like they see me. Tell them you thought
there might be some reason for it. And then leave the rest to me. (_She
sits in the chair_ C., _facing the back of the stage_.)
WILLIAM. I understand.
ROSALIE. You stand here at the back of me. I wish for them all to be
in front of me. (WILLIAM _crosses back of_ ROSALIE _to_ R. _side of_
ROSALIE'S _chair_. HELEN _crosses_ R. _of_ ROSALIE _above her_.) Nelly,
stand close by me. (_To_ WILLIAM.) Go farther back. (HELEN _moves to_ R.
_of_ ROSALIE.) That's right. Now don't you move from there. This will be
the realest trance and the grandest fake. When I come out, make them go
away, tell them you are afraid and that it will kill me to see anyone.
(_She suddenly stiffens in her chair. Lying rigid with her head thrown
back on the head-rest, and the hand in which she is holding_ WALES'
_glove stretched out straight in front of her. Enter down_ L., CROSBY,
MISS EASTWOOD, STANDISH, TRENT, MRS. CROSBY, MRS. TRENT, MISS ERSKINE
_and_ MISS STANDISH.)
CROSBY (_crossing to up_ L.C.). What is it, Billy?
(MISS EASTWOOD _goes to the_ L. _side of_ ROSALIE'S _chair_, MRS. TRENT
_and_ MRS. CROSBY L. _of chesterfield_ C.; TRENT, MISS ERSKINE _and_
STANDISH _lower_ L. _end of chesterfield_.)
STANDISH.
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