PETER. Let's be off, then. [As they turn towards the door.
DR. MACPHERSON. [Re-entering, goes to the couch with the water, and suddenly, setting down the glass, exclaims in a hushed voice:] My God! He's dead! [He half raises up a boy that appears to be WILLIAM. The light from the lamp on the table falls on the dead face of the child. Then the DOCTOR gently lays the boy down again on the couch, and sits pondering over the mystery of death.
PETER. [To the DOCTOR.] Oh, no! There never was so fair a prospect for life!
WILLIAM. [In PETER'S arms.] I am happy!
Outside a hazy moonlight shimmers. A few stars twinkle in the far-away sky; and the low moon is seen back of the old windmill.
PETER. [To WILLIAM.] If the rest of them only knew what they're missing, eh?
WILLIAM. [Begins to sing, joyously.]
"Uncle Rat has gone to town."
PETER dances up a few steps towards the door, singing with WILLIAM.
PETER and WILLIAM.
"Ha! H'm!
Uncle Rat has gone to town
To buy his niece a wedding gown.
Ha! H'm!"
PETER. [Gives one last fond look towards CATHERINE'S room. To
WILLIAM.] We're off! [Putting the boy over his shoulder, they sing
together, as they go up, the phantom circus music accompanying them.]
"What shall the wedding breakfast be?
Ha! H'm!"