The desolation of desolations! I shall be glad when I get out of it. What solitude! Of all the people I have known—dead or living—there is not one to stay by me.
Voices from beyond.
“Be Thou near him!”
Enter, on the pass above him, a young
girl repeating prayers on a rosary.
She is a plain, unattractive girl, folded
in a dull gray gown that wraps her
loosely. Her face is earnest and devout.
Dr. Thorne. Why, Norah!
Norah (looking back). Oh, it is the Doctor.
Dr. Thorne. I can’t overtake you, Norah.
Norah. And I’ve only died the day.
Dr. Thorne. But you’ve got the start of me, Norah. You are higher up. I am glad to see you, Norah (eagerly). But I can’t reach you.
Norah (holds down her hand). Come up, Doctor! Come up! I’ll help you, Doctor.