Page 47 of Drawn Up From Deep Places

He SPLASHES towards the bank.

SECOND BOY

To the madhouse?

POACHER

There and back again, with coin to show for our troubles.

Here, boy, catch.

A THUMP as the bag hits the SECOND BOY; he clutches it, reluctantly. Muttering:

SECOND BOY

And here we bloody go . . . .

They SPLASH away. A rumble of THUNDER. It starts to RAIN HEAVILY.

FADE UP the rain, until it becomes louder than the river.

TABLEAU THIRTEEN: LESSON THE THIRD—RED ALL OVER

MODIFY to become the sound of RAIN on PURL’S OFFICE WINDOWS. There’s a KNOCK at the door.

PURL

Come in.

MRS. BENTHAM and JACK enter.

MRS. BENTHAM

See who’s come to see you, Doctor.

PURL

(Rises)

The famous Stephen. To what do I owe this visit?

JACK

Your roses bloomed. I’ve brought you some.

PURL

Well.

(Takes them; at a loss)

I suppose I’d better

put these in water.

MRS. BENTHAM

I’ll do that.