(He starts toward the chapel.)
Ely— Mere sparks, you think?
These healings and this rescue from the gulch,
Mere sparks?
Pierre— Simply the scattered beams.
Ely— And yet,
The same great light hath kindled one and all.
Is it not so?
Pierre— All these will vanish when—
Ely—Tell me. Go on.
Pierre— When the full orb shall burst.
Ely—What do you mean?
Pierre—(Mounting the steps.) I dare not speak it.
Ely— Brother!