_The_ LIEUTENANT _enters from the background_.

ALICE. The Captain has had a stroke--will you please help us to roll out the chair?

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ALICE. Help us with this first--then you can speak of Miss Judith afterward.

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[_The_ LIEUTENANT _rolls out the chair to the right_.

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ALICE. Away with the carcass! Out with it, and let's open the doors! The place must be aired! [_Opens the doors in the background; the sky has cleared_] Ugh!

ALICE. A wrecked ship is deserted, and the crew save their lives--I'll not act as undertaker to a rotting beast! Drainmen and dissectors may dispose of him! A garden bed would be too good for that barrowful of filth! Now I am going to wash and bathe myself in order to get rid of all this impurity--if I can ever cleanse myself completely!

JUDITH _is seen outside, by the balustrade, waving her handkerchief toward the sea_.

CURT. [_Toward the background_] Who is there? Judith! [_Calls out_] Judith!

JUDITH.[_Cries out as she enters_] He is gone!

JUDITH. He did to me, and he sent his love to you, Uncle.

JUDITH. [_Throwing herself into_ CURT's _arms_] He is gone!

CURT. [_With a gesture indicating the door on the right_] And leave him? What would the world----

ALICE. The world--bah! Judith, come into my arms! [JUDITH _goes up to_ ALICE, _who kisses her on the forehead_] Do you want to go after him?

ALICE. This is Judith! Oh, I love you, Judith!

JUDITH. And besides, papa is never mean--and he doesn't like cuddling. There's style to papa, after all.

JUDITH. And I don't think he is longing for me after that telephone message--Well, why should he pester me with an old fellow? No, Allan, Allan! [_Throws herself into_ CURT's _arms_] I want to go to Allan!

_Tears herself loose again and runs out to wave her handkerchief_

[CURT _follows her and waves his handkerchief also_.

ALICE. Think of it, that flowers can grow out of dirt!

ALICE. Is the feeling of those letters that form her name so sweet on your lips that it makes you forget him who is dying?

ALICE. She? Say rather Judith then! But first of all--how goes it in there?

ALICE. All over? O, God, on my own behalf and that of all mankind, I thank Thee for having freed us from this evil! Your arm, if you please--I want to go outside and get a breath--breathe!