The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX Mrs. B. (mide) What splendid acting! Dr. B. Oh, my God! (He falls back in his chair, sich an:! limp.) Dr. F. I'm sorry—I'm awfully sorry—but it’s true. Dr. B. Oh, my poor wife. Herel Thinkl Think ! How shall we ever break it to her? (He rises and staggers 0111‘ of [he 1119400711!/”?קשמSeeing MRS. BOB he slaps.) Mrs. B. (pretending no! to notice his agitation) Well, dear, and what does Dr. Fielding say? Dr. Β. (hoarse/3v) Nan, I hardly like to tell you. Oh, Nan, it’s the very worst. It’s the most malignant form of cancer. I haven't a month to live. (th'ldbl) Hal ha! ha! Dr. Doom’em doomed at last! (Bred/king down) Oh, Nan, Nan, what am I to say to you? And what am I to do about my work? Mrs. B. You’ve been working too much, dear. I dare- say it‘s not really very bad; and the rest will do you good. Dr. B. A pretty long rest. From now to the Day of Judgment. And you have nothing better to tell me than the same old lies! Lies ! Lies! Here, I’ve work to do. Good God l—I’ve work to do. [He rashes info the [emailing-room 111111 bangs the door. MRS. BOB, hiding her face in her hands to 601/67 her laughter,rashesofL.,followed by FIELDING, hisfacewhile י1111151111}? He hesilates a moment, slaps, and says (aside) I can't tell her—I daren’t tell her. I must keep up the farce. [The door banged by DR. BOB swings open on [he rebound, and he is seen at his bureau arrangingpapers. He completes this war/e nzelhoo’imlly; then goes to a drawer, pie/es on! a hypodermic syringe, anti/ills it, injects his arm. He 76