Come, George, farewell. How I have loved to look on that young brow. Be what my dreams have made you. Fare you well.
George. Farewell, Helen.
[He goes out hastily.
Helen. Will he forget me?
Mrs. G. And farewell, Helen. Fare ye well.
Helen. Will she leave me thus?
Mrs. G. Do not go to the hut—do not leave this door until you are sure of the signal you spoke of, Helen.
Helen. She will not look at me,—Mother!
Mrs. G. Farewell, Helen; may the hour never come when you need the love you have cast from you now so freely.
Helen. Will you leave me thus? Is not our life together ending here? In that great and solemn Hereafter our ways may meet again; but by the light of sun, or moon, or candle, or underneath these Heavens, no more. Oh! lovely, lovely have you been unto me, a spirit of holiness and beauty, building all my way.—Part we thus?