MASON.  This has got to stop. (Starts to move to ROSALIE’S chair—­L. side of it.)

HELEN (R. side of ROSALIE’S chair).  You mustn’t touch her.

MASON.  It’s all right as far as the men are concerned, but look at that girl. (He points to MISS EASTWOOD on the chesterfield.) They’ll all be fainting if this isn’t stopped.

(TRENT goes to ROSALIE.)

WALES’ VOICE.  Trent, let the medium alone.  Do you understand?  Let the medium alone.

TRENT.  That’s Wales’ voice—­and Wales is dead.

(MASON goes slowly to ROSALIE’S chair.  TRENT moves L. above MASON to STANDISH.  ROSALIE begins to mutter and moan.  Suddenly she brings her hands together, and then throws her arms wide apart. WALES’ glove sails out of her hand and strikes MASON on the face.  It falls to the floor.)

(STANDISH exits very quietly door down L. MASON picks glove up, holding it in his hand—­looks at it—­suddenly drops it to the floor—­turns to MRS. CROSBY.)

MASON.  Mrs. Crosby, shall I take Miss Eastwood to your room for you?

MRS. CROSBY.  Yes, please, Philip.

(MISS ERSKINE moves to door L. MASON assists MISS EASTWOOD and helps her from the room, exiting door down L. MRS. CROSBY goes out L. TRENT wipes his hands with handkerchief.  ROSALIE stirs uneasily and moans.)

HELEN (standing R. side of ROSALIE’S chair).  Please leave her to me.  I’m afraid seeing you all here will trouble her.  I’m afraid she’ll—­ Oh, won’t you please go.

(The others turn, move towards the door down L. and go out.)

CROSBY (below L. end of chesterfield).  Let me know if there’s anything I can do.

(ROSALIE moans again.)

HELEN.  Yes, yes.  Only please go now.

(CROSBY goes out L. WILLIAM runs quickly to the door at L., closes it and then turns to ROSALIE, who is sitting up in her chair.)

ROSALIE (rises and crosses a step R.).  Well?

HELEN (R.C.).  It was the Eastwood girl.  Her face was terrible.  I was glad when she fainted.

WILLIAM (L.C.).  I think you’re wrong.  Standish ran away.  He couldn’t bear it.

ROSALIE.  And that is all you saw?  I told you to use your eyes and the brains that are at the back of them.

WILLIAM.  Well, of course, there was Trent.  You can’t mean Trent?  Why, he’s the kindest man in the world. (There is a pause.) The letters.  If he’s known the truth about the letters. (Breaks L. a step.)

HELEN (coming down to L. of ROSALIE’S chair and picking up glove).  Mother, why did you throw that glove at Mason?

ROSALIE.  Did it hit him?  Well, well!  Well, any’ow it was a good seance.