THE OFFICER. Live on?
THE LAWYER. You must have a home, clothes, food——
THE OFFICER. Oh, that will come—if you can only find somebody to love you!
THE LAWYER. You don't say so!—You don't—Paste, Christine, paste until they cannot breathe!
[Goes out backward, nodding.
CHRISTINE. I paste, I paste—until they cannot breathe.
THE OFFICER. Will you come with me now?
THE DAUGHTER. At once! But where?
THE OFFICER. To Fairhaven. There it is summer; there the sun is shining; there we find youth, children, and flowers, singing and dancing, feasting and frolicking.
THE DAUGHTER. Then I will go there.