DOCTOR. Impossible. And what is the use of my forgiving you, if you lack the strength to forgive yourself? (Pause.) Some things can only be cured by making them undone. So this never can be.
STRANGER. St. Saviour...
DOCTOR. Helped you. You challenged destiny and were broken. There's no shame in losing such a fight. I did the same; but, as you see, I've got rid of my woodpile. I want no thunder in my home. And I shall play no more with the lightning.
STRANGER. One station more, and I shall reach my goal.
DOCTOR. You'll never reach your goal. Farewell!
STRANGER. Farewell!
[The same as Scene I. The STRANGER is sitting on the seat beneath the tree, drawing in the sand.]
LADY (entering). What are you doing?
STRANGER. Writing in the sand... still.
LADY. Can you hear singing?