Madam Valmy—What!
Madam Bacqueur— Yes, indeed. And those who found him saw
Archangels sitting on the mountain tops
With golden shields, and there were sounds of war
Far off as they were fighting in the clouds;
Driving the witches off to hell, no doubt.
Madam Valmy—On these mountains?
Madam Bacqueur— And even that's not all.
Madam Valmy— (Putting her arms about her.)
Dear Madam Bacqueur.
Madam Bacqueur— I get so dizzy.
You must have Rachel tell you. I won't fall.
(She takes hold of the fence.)
Such wonders and such cures and things to come.
I dare not think of much less speak of that.
Such brilliance, la! You should see Father's face
How it lightens when he speaks of it. His eyes
Look far away across the glory fields.
"Bretheren, this miracle is but the blossom
Whose fruit shall fall in fire upon the world.
Pray, all of you, that you may be perpared."
Madam Valmy—For what?
Madam Bacqueur— (Catching her breath.)
I am afraid I—