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An Empty Glass.
198
Nurse Grey is leaving, will be at her house
In half an hour. Wait here till I return.
[Exit Hortense.]

Nurse F.—
Good heavens! what a woman! What will come
Of this God knows. For me I do not care,
I'm wax between her fingers. How she looked!
She frightens me. A tigress. Oh my head!

Act II.

[Max Arnold's sick room. Arnold in bed, mutters
deliriously. Mrs. Arnold anxiously tries to calm him.
Enter Hortense in nurse's uniform, attends to something
at end of room.]

Max
Oh moon of my delight, who knowest no wane,
Oh moon of my delight, oh moon! oh moon!—
What was it that I said? What was it, Rose?

Rose Arnold [weeping]—
Oh, nothing, dearest. 'Twas not anything,
Just some—some idle words about the moon.