Yet I feel my heart is aching

Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking

And the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

I know that I am dead

Yet it seems that I still have Some tears to shed

It's true, Mother!

Victor is married to a dead woman.

Victor was in your room?

I have to help him.

The scandal!

Come sit in your chair, dearie. You're shaking like a leaf.

Let Hilde fetch you a blanket.

Fetch her a straitjacket! She's completely mad!

Come, Hildegarde.

Finis, come to bed at once.

What in heaven's name?

Who could that be at this hour?

Miss Everglot.

What are you doing here? You should be at home, prostrate with grief.