"I'll obey you Mistress Grace, although I wish you would confide in me." But Grace was obdurate.

She would tell no one.
The last act disclosed an attic at the top of an old tenement, with dormer windows looking out on a wintry scene.

Anne appeared, more ragged than ever, carrying a little basket of matches.

It was evident that she was a match girl by trade, and that this was her wretched domicile.

As she crept down the center of the stage, ill and wretched, for she was supposed to be about to die--David saw his opportunity.