SCENE III.

The interior of a down-town office. DR. THORNE is seen in the consulting room; the door is closed into the reception room. One gas-jet burns over the desk; patient’s chair and physician’s chair are seen in the usual places; the desk is in order for the night; a movable telephone, of the kind in use in offices, stands upon the desk.

DR. THORNE (_throws himself heavily into his revolving chair_). What the devil am I here for? (_Violently. The light grows dim as he says this._) Why in--why in the name of all the laws of Nature cannot I get home? (_After a pause, brokenly._) Well--well! It’s something to be here; to get out of the street--in out of the night--it’s a good deal. I’d begun to understand how outcasts feel--felons, apparitions, fugitives. In the name of the laws of mystery, thank Heaven for so much! (_The light brightens. It reveals his face, which is haggard and pinched. He pushes his case books about, aimlessly. Suddenly his hand hits the receiver of the telephone. He springs and cries out_:) The telephone! The telephone! I must have gone stark mad not to think of it.--See! I’m not a drinking man, am I? (_Puts his hand to his head._) No. I do not drink. Helen would not like to have me.--No. And I’ve been all these hours without telephoning to Helen. She’ll think I did it on purpose--poor Helen--because of the words I said. _If a man could slay the words he says...._ They harry me--like ghosts. (_Rings the telephone violently._) Central? 48.4--48.4, I say. Why don’t you give me 48.4? I tell you I’m in a hurry. 48.4! And be quick with it! (_Rings again._) Why in--why don’t you attend to your business there? It is Dr. Thorne--Dr. Esmerald Thorne. My errand is most urgent. Give me my home, and make short work of it. 48.4! Do you hear? (_Rings again._)

(A MAN’S VOICE FROM THE EXCHANGE _comes faintly over the wire, reverberating through the transmitter, so as to be audible at a distance from the instrument_.) Why don’t you speak? We cannot make out a word you say.

DR. THORNE (_rings again, wildly_). I tell you I want my home--48.4! I must speak to my wife. Give me 48.4--Helen? Helen!

VOICE FROM THE TELEPHONE. Stop ringing your bell if you can’t use your tongue. Put your mouth close to the transmitter. Are you drunk? Or are you dead?

DR. THORNE (_still ringing_). I will report you for this. It shall cost you your place. 48.4, I say. Give me my house. I will not submit to this. Give me 48.4!

(_The telephone ceases to reply._)

DR. THORNE (_rises, hangs up the receiver, and paces the office tempestuously; speaks_). The very forces of Nature are in league against me.... My own nervous system--the night--the atmosphere--electricity--they are all gone foes to me. They are serried like an army between myself and her. Helen will be--Helen will suffer--oh, poor girl!

(_The telephone call bell rings suddenly._)

DR. THORNE (_leaping to the receiver_). Who calls? I am here. Who wants Dr. Thorne? (_He snatches the receiver greedily to his ear; listens a moment; cries wildly_:) Oh, Helen! Is that you, dear? Speak louder, darling.... Yes, I’m here--at my office down-town. I’ll be home soon. Don’t be frightened--but I met with a trifling accident. Helen? Helen! What’s the trouble? Don’t you hear me, Helen?

WOMAN’S VOICE FROM THE TELEPHONE. Is my husband there? Esmerald! Are you there?

DR. THORNE. Why, Helen! Don’t you hear me? What does ail this cursed telephone? Central! Give me a decent wire. My wife can’t hear a word I say.... Helen? I’m not at all hurt--only shaken up a little. I’ll get back just as soon as--_Helen? Helen!_

WOMAN’S VOICE FROM THE TRANSMITTER. Central? I cannot find my husband at his office. Please give me the Hospital.--I must communicate with my husband.

(VOICE FROM THE TRANSMITTER _dies away_.)

DR. THORNE (_rings madly_). Central, you’ve cut me off! You’ve cut me off from my home. Give me 48.4 again. Helen?--Helen! Can’t you hear me? Don’t you understand me, Helen? Oh, I could hear you--your own dear voice, my girl! I wanted to tell you--I can’t wait till I see you to say--Helen? She does not hear me.--Helen!

(_The transmitter is silent._)

(DR. THORNE _lays the receiver down. He hides his face in his hands._)

END OF SCENE III.