The room is in darkness except for the light from the hallway. The portieres on the right are cautiously parted and LUCY enters. She stops and stands motionless for a moment or so in an attitude of strained attention, evidently listening for some sound from the hallway. Hearing nothing, she goes to the table and throws herself into a chair beside it. She rests her head on her outstretched arms and sobs softly. Making an effort to control herself she dries her eyes hastily with her handkerchief, gets up, and walks nervously from the table to the windows and back again.