And these white walls ... ’Twould be the queerest start!
But, Michael’s happy?

JUDITH:
He’s the best of husbands--
The best of fathers: he ...

BELL:
I ken, I ken.
Well ... He’s got what he wanted, anyway.

JUDITH:
And you?

BELL:
Ay ... I was born to take my luck.
But I must go.

JUDITH:
You’ll not wait for them?

BELL:
Nay:
I’m dead to them: I’ve bid good-bye to them
Till doomsday: and I’m through with Krindlesyke,
This time, I hope--though you can never tell.
I hadn’t ettled to darken the door again;
Yet here I am: and even now the walls
Seem closing ... It would be the queerest start
If, after all ... But, dod, I’ve got the dismals,