GERTRUDE. Oh, come, I remember all you told me this afternoon. [With
disdain.] So it has already arrived, then, at a simple struggle to hold
Mr. Cleeve?
[There is a pause. AGNES, without answering, stretches out her hand to
the wine. Her hand shakes--she withdraws it helplessly.]
GERTRUDE. What do you want--wine?
[AGNES nods. GERTRUDE pours out wine and gives her the glass. AGNES
drains it eagerly and replaces it.]