[He runs off after Cupid.

Char. (comes slowly before Winthrop, gazing up into his face, her
voice almost a whisper). Dead?

Winth. Badly wounded.

Char. Ah! Quick, mother, your wrap!

Fair. I'll get it. Wait.

[She runs into the house.

Winth. One moment--your passport. Here (he writes on a card,
gives to Mrs. S.). Show this if you are halted.

Mrs. S. I thank you, sir, for your kindness to me.

[She offers hand.

Winth. (takes hand). My pleasure, madam.

Char. And my thanks, sir.

[He bows to her.

Fair (enters with the wrap, placing it about her shoulders). Oh,
mother, bring him back to me!