COLONEL LAWTON. I'll see who's … [Looks out.] No one.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. Someone must be there. Who opened the door? [The wind puts out the match in FREDERIK'S hand. The room is once more in semi-darkness.] There … it closed again … [FREDERIK strikes another match and holds it up. The door is seen to be closed.
COLONEL LAWTON. [Who is nearest to the door.] I didn't touch it.
FREDERIK. [Blowing out the match.] I'll have the lamps brought in.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. Curious …
REV. MR. BATHOLOMMEY. It was the wind—a draught.
COLONEL LAWTON. [Returning to his chair.] Must have been.
CATHERINE. [Entering with a lamp.] Did someone call me?
_Without pausing, she sets the lamp on the table down right—opposite the group of characters. She turns up the wick and _PETER GRIMM _is seen standing in the room—half in shadow. He is as he was in life. The clothes he wears appear to be those he wore about his house in the first act. He carries his hat in his hand. He has the same kind smile, the same deferential manner, but his face is more spiritual and years younger. The lamp, which CATHERINE has placed on the table, brightens the room._
PETER. [Whose eyes never leave CATHERINE.] Yes … I called you…. I've come back.