She's left Foxon Falls?
TIMOTHY (breaking down for a moment). When I woke up this morning I
found a letter beside me bed--I'm not to worry, she says and I know how
fond of me she was--be the care she took of me. She's been keeping
company with no young man--that I know. If she wasn't working with the
doctor on that discovery she'd be home with me.
AUGUSTA. I'm sorry for you, Timothy, but I don't see what I can do.
TIMOTHY. I minded that you were talking to her yesterday in the
lab'rat'ry, before the telegram came about Mr. George.
AUGUSTA. Well?
TIMOTHY. It was just a hope, ma'am, catching at a straw-like.
AUGUSTA (tightening her lips). I repeat that I'm sorry for you, Timothy.
I have no idea where she has gone.
TIMOTHY (looking at her fixedly. She pauses in her knitting and returns
his look). Very well, ma'am--there's no need of my bothering you.
You've heard nothing more of Mr. George?
AUGUSTA (with sudden tears). They're sending him home.
TIMOTHY. And now that ye're getting him back, ma'am, ye might think with
a little more charity of her that belongs to me--the only one I'd have
left.
(TIMOTHY goes out, lower right. AUGUSTA is blinded by tears. She
lets fall her ball of wool.
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