Part 40

LINA. You must learn to dare.

BENTLEY. [pale but heroic] All right. I'll come.

LORD SUMMERHAYS| No, no, Bentley, impossible. I | shall not allow it. | MRS TARLETON. | Do you want to kill the child? He shant go.

BENTLEY. I will. I'll lie down and yell until you let me go. I'm not a coward. I wont be a coward.

LORD SUMMERHAYS. Miss Szczepanowska: my son is very dear to me. I implore you to wait until tomorrow morning.

LINA. There may be a storm tomorrow. And I'll go: storm or no storm. I must risk my life tomorrow.

BENTLEY. I hope there will be a storm.

LINA. [grasping his arm] You are trembling.

BENTLEY. Yes: it's terror, sheer terror. I can hardly see. I can hardly stand. But I'll go with you.

LINA. [slapping him on the back and knocking a ghastly white smile into his face] You shall. I like you, my boy. We go tomorrow, together.

BENTLEY. Yes: together: tomorrow.

TARLETON. Well, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Read the old book.

MRS TARLETON. Is there anything else?

TARLETON. Well, I--er [he addresses Lina, and stops]. I--er [he addresses Lord Summerhays, and stops]. I--er [he gives it up]. Well, I suppose--er--I suppose theres nothing more to be said.

HYPATIA. [fervently] Thank goodness!