Jerry (looks back over his shoulder at Dr. Thorne). Is it to confession we do be goin’, Norah?—the wan av us arrivin’ be way of a murdherin’ doctor, and the wan be way av a murdherin’ trolley! I’m thinkin’, sir, it’s niver a cint to choose bechune.
[Exeunt Jerry and Norah.
Dr. Thorne (watches their departure drearily; turns, and walks feebly towards the brook; speaks). Now I think of it, I have not tasted food or drink since I have been in this place. I believe I am downright faint.
(Drinks water from the brook in the palm of his hand; sinks beneath the low boughs of a tree on thick moss. His head falls upon his arm. From a distance, and from a height, slowly moving downwards, over the beautiful landscape, robed in cream white, and unseen by Dr. Thorne,
Enter Mrs. Fayth.
As she approaches, it can be seen that her robe also is clasped across the breast by a little golden cross.)
Spirits beyond (softly chant the Te Deum).
“We praise Thee, O God: we acknowledge Thee to be
the Lord”—
(Midway of the landscape, and playing merrily,)
Enter the Two Children.