LUCAS. Repel me! I only urged you to reveal yourself as what you are— a beautiful woman.
AGNES. Ah! Am I—that?
LUCAS. [Kissing her.] Beautiful—beautiful!
AGNES. [With a gesture of abandonment.] I'm—glad. [She leaves him and goes out. He looks after her for a moment thoughtfully, then suddenly passes his hands across his brow and opens his arms widely as if casting a burden from him.]
LUCAS. Oh!—oh! [Turning away alertly.] Fortune—
END OF THE SECOND ACT
THE THIRD ACT
[The Scene is the same as before, but it is evening, and the lamps are lighted within the room, while outside it is bright moonlight.]
[AGNES, dressed as at the end of the preceding Act, is lying upon the settee propped up by pillows. A pretty silk shawl, with which she plays restlessly, is over her shoulders. Her face is pale, but her eyes glitter, and her voice has a bright ring in it. KIRKE is seated at a table writing. GERTRUDE, without hat or mantle, is standing behind the settee, looking down smilingly upon AGNES.]
KIRKE. [Writing.] H'm—[To AGNES.] Are you often guilty of this sort of thing?