Canzler— Speaking of Faith,
How can a good man have a bad Faith? Isn't
His life his Faith?
Hartzel— Life his faith? Just so; but—
But circumstances, Canzler. If we knew—
Wiglaf—He thinks I've been a scoundrel.
Hartzel— I don't say.
I don't say that, for I don't know.
Wiglaf— Don't know!
(Back through the trees to the left, Selma is seen going toward the cottage.)
Fritz— (Shouting in Hartzel's ear.)
He says you think he's been a scoundrel? Think
That's why they tried to kill him?
Hartzel—(In amazement.) Why—why—no:
I did not hear, Wiglaf; your back was turned.
Selma— (Holding up her basket.)
I found them, Father. See? I said I would.
Wiglaf—That island, Canzler, where they say our race
Rebuilt its kingdom, who knows aught of it?