A very poverty-stricken room, but clean and tidy. Door and window at back opening into lane--through the window a wintry sunset fades into twilight. Door left leading into kitchen. Door right leading to staircase. Cupboard right. Old sofa, broken- down chairs. Fireplace down stage left, and looking- glass over it.
LOTenters at back as LYDIAcomes from staircase.
LYDIA. Oh, it's you, Lot!
LOT. How's Miss Letty to-day?
LYDIA. She's just fallen asleep. She seems quite bright and lively this afternoon, but I'm afraid to trust it, Lot--it's deceitful.
LOT. Miss Letty overtaxed her strength nursing all them people when the fever was about.