CECIL. I thank you. Good-night, Sun; good-night, Mother Earth. Think kindly of me. I don't think I was mad after all.
SUN. Good-night, brave lad. (To MOTHER EARTH) I can hardly bear to look on so sad a sight.
CECIL. Good-night, Ragged Robins; good-night, Poppies. You have played your game, and I mine. Only they are different because we are different.
CHORUS OF FLOWERS. Good-night, dear Cecil. We are so very sorry that you are hurt.
(Enter the MASTER, flowers shyly following him. HONOUR and DUTY raise CECIL gently to a standing position.)
THE MASTER (extending his arms with a loving smile). "Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."
(CECIL, with a look of wonder and joy, is borne forward.)
(Curtain.)