NEIGHBOUR. I suppose it must be told: she is in a place from which nobody returns.
AMELIA. Is she dead?
NEIGHBOUR. She is dead. She was found frozen to death in a swamp into which she had stumbled.
AMELIA. Merciful God have pity on her soul!
NEIGHBOUR. So he will in time, especially if you pray for her.
AMELIA. Of course I will.
NEIGHBOUR. How good you have become, my child—as a result of her becoming so bad!
AMELIA. Don't say so now when she is dead——
NEIGHBOUR. Right you are! Let her rest in peace!
AMELIA. But where is my father?