(In his absence the street remains deserted.)
Re-enter Dr. Thorne.
Enter behind him a tall Woman. (She is
wrapped in a long ash-colored veil, or
mantle, beneath which shows a gleaming
gown of flame-color. She follows
Dr. Thorne silently. She keeps at a
distance from him. Her step is a gliding,
stealthy one. The Woman does
not speak.)
Dr. Thorne. There must be serious cerebral congestion. I cannot find the street. I cannot find Fayth’s house. What part of this bewitched town am I in? I have lost my way—I, Esmerald Thorne, with a clientele of twenty years from end to end of the city—I cannot find my way.
Enter a Suburban, a Loafer, and a
Priest. (The Woman draws her veil,
and looks solemnly at Dr. Thorne
as she passes. Her face is pale and
wretched, but possesses singular
beauty.)
[Exit the Woman.
(Dr. Thorne does not notice the Woman.)
(The Loafer leans against a post. He stares stupidly at the wreck.)
(The Priest walks slowly, reciting an Ave.)
(The Suburban hurries on, making a wide circle to avoid the ruins of the carriage.)