Stokes' telephone number (having previously been shown as two other numbers) is now Collinsport 4099, which has also been used for Collinwood telephones. When Vicki finds him in the drawing room at Collinwood, he already has helped himself to a sherry, telling Vicki (perhaps a bit untruthfully) that Carolyn said it would be okay.
Funny scene with Vicki and Stokes when she tells him that Cassandra has left Roger, apparently for good. Then he has my congratulations, Stokes observes dryly. Vicki adds, Besides that, the portrait of Angelique first became unrecognizably distorted, and now is just a mess of white paint. At first Stokes feels quite celebratory (he helps himself to a second sherry), but he becomes very alarmed when Vicki tells him that Nicholas has rented what will forever after be known as the House by the Sea.
Jeff is wearing his best three-piece suit when he proposes to Vicki on the terrace. She assures him that she loves both Jeff Clark and Peter Bradford. Everything is perfect: He offers her an engagement ring of a nice, old-fashioned design; she asks him to put it on the third finger of her left hand. As they embrace in quiet happiness, they are blissfully unaware that Adam is watching them forlornly from an upstairs window. [Long ago, Burke Devlin asked the same question and got the same answer from the same woman in the same location, I believe even on the same little bench. And they also kissed while someone was watching sadly and surreptitiously--in that case, Barnabas, from beyond the gate.]
The scene with Stokes and Adam is long and painful--and very well done, as I remember. Stokes tells Adam that he came into being differently from other people, and Adam jumps to the wrong conclusion when he decides that that's why Carolyn can't love him. He murmurs the last few words of Eric Lang's final message, but when Stokes asks him what he said, he throws the professor out, and Stokes doesn't realize the unfortunate conclusion Adam has drawn.
Alone in his room upstairs, Adam is overwhelmed with grief and despair. He gazes at himself in the mirror. Staring hard at his scar-seamed face, he mutters, She hates me. He smashes the mirror, then seizes a sharp knife from his food tray. Sobbing, She hates me, he suddenly turns the blade on himself.
