WILLIAM. It woke me up.
FREDERIK. The circus left town days ago. You must have been dreaming.
WILLIAM. The band's playing now. Don't you hear it, sir? The procession's passing. [He runs to the window and opens it. The music stops. A breeze sweeps through the room—bellies out the curtains and causes the lustres to jingle on the mantel. Surprised.] No. It's almost dark. There's no procession … no shining horses…. [Turning sadly away from the window.] I wonder what made me think the—I must have been dreaming. [Rubbing his eyes.
FREDERIK. [Goes to the window, closes it. The child looks at him and, in retreating from him, unconsciously backs towards PETER.] Are you feeling better?
WILLIAM. Yes, sir, I feel better—and hungry.
FREDERIK. Go back to bed.
WILLIAM. Yes, sir. [FREDERIK sits.
PETER. Where's your mother, William?
WILLIAM. Do you know where Annamarie is?
PETER. Ah!