_Reba_
I"ll make you see me!
(_Runs to table, leaps upon it and begins a dance among the wires and bottles. He is stunned for a moment, then rushes to her, seizes her waist with both hands, lifts her up, and flings her to a chair._)
_Philo_
Sit there, you dragon-fly! Or I"ll crush you! (_Goes to window, as if for breath and air. Recovers poise._) Let them think me mad. Up here I shall work it out. And I shall not be alone. Earth will not hear me, but the heavens will listen. (_Holds his hands toward the stars._) My only friends!
_Reba_
Crush me! (_She steals up to the table, seizes a large book, and brings it down with utter destruction upon his machine._ PHILO _turns and sees.
They face each other. She shrinks, terrified._) Don"t, Philo! (_Kneels, throwing back her head, showing the long line of her throat._) Forgive me! It was driving you mad! I wanted to save you! Don"t look like that!
Forgive me, Philo!
_Philo_
Your throat--is--so white!
(_Seizes and chokes her. As he seizes her she gives a cry of terror._ WARNER, MRS. W., SEYMOUR, _and_ BELLOWS _rush up the stairs and enter._ PHILO _takes his hands from the girl"s throat and stands apart. She lies motionless._)
_Warner_ (_roaring_)
You"ve managed, Mary Ann!
_Bellows_ (_excitedly_)
Who"s right, now, Seymour?
(SEYMOUR _bends over_ REBA, _listening for her heart-beat._)
_Warner_ (_choking_)
A hanging in the family!
_Mrs. W._
Is she--dead?
_Seymour_
No. It is chiefly fear. (_Works over her body._)
_Philo_ (_to himself_)
Poor little bird! Poor little bird!
_Bellows_ (_taking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and offering them to_ WARNER)
Better clap these on him. We"re none of us safe.
_Philo_
Handcuffs, doctor? I"ll make no trouble.
(_Holds out his hands and_ BELLOWS _fastens handcuffs._)
_Bellows_
It"s for your own good, Philo.
_Seymour_
Our mistake--our mistake! Poor boy!
_Bellows_
Poor _girl_, I should say!
_Seymour_ (_lifting_ REBA)
I"ll take her down-stairs. (_Carries her to door._) I shall need you, Mrs. Warner.
(MRS. W. _follows, weeping and looking back at_ PHILO.)
_Philo_
I"m all right, mother.
_Mrs. W._
_All right._ Oh, G.o.d help him! (_Exit._)
_Bellows_
Clean mad!
_Philo_ (_crosses, and looks down on the wreck of his machine_)
Silent ... but I have heard! The divine whisper has reached me!
_Bellows_
That"s still on his mind, you see. Better leave him up here till morning. Seymour and I will fix up the papers and take him off to-morrow. I"m sorry, Philo, but you know it"s for the best.
_Philo_
I"ll make no trouble. Don"t worry, doctor.