Mrs. H. In this world, then—We have no more to say—— [Seizing his hand.] Forget a wretch, who never will forget you.—And when my penance shall have broken my heart,—when we again meet, in a better world——
Stra. There, Adelaide, you may be mine again.
| Mrs. H. | } | |
| } | Oh! Oh! [Parting. | |
| Stra. | } |
[But, as they are going, she encounters the Boy, and he the Girl.
Children. Dear father! Dear mother!
[They press the Children in their arms with speechless affection; then tear themselves away—gaze at each other—spread their arms, and rush into an embrace. The Children run, and cling round their Parents. The curtain falls.