“God is a Spirit.
God is a Spirit.
They that worship Him
Must worship Him in Spirit”—
Maggie (opens the door. The lighted hall is seen behind). There’s nobody here, Mrs. Thorne.
(Mrs. Thorne, wearing a slight, white shawl which falls from her as she moves, comes to the open door; motions Maggie away.)
[Exit Maggie.
Mrs. Thorne (softly). Esmerald? He might be out there in the dark. Who knows what spirits do? Esmerald? Would God that I had died for you! Oh, my dear!
Dr. Thorne. Helen!
Mrs. Thorne. If he were there he would answer me if it cost him his living soul.
Dr. Thorne. Helen, I answer you, for I am a living soul. Helen! (He struggles mightily; crawls up the steps, reaches with the tips of his fingers the fringe of her white shawl, which has fallen down the steps, and lies there unnoticed.) Helen, look down! Down. (He clutches the white fringe to his lips. He kisses it wildly.)
(Mrs. Thorne lifts her face to the sky.)
Dr. Thorne. I can’t get any higher,—not any nearer, dear.