The hour approaches sunset. A deep rich glow mellows and melts the outlines of every object.
(Spirits pass and repass in the distance.)
Enter Dr. Thorne and Harvey, conversing
in low tones.
Enter Norah and Jerry.
Jerry. The brim of the avenin’ to yez, Doctor! Och! but this is a foine counthree now.
Norah (happily). Me father is getting acquainted here.
Jerry. I’m about to discover where the ... angels ... I’m at.
Dr. Thorne (smiling). You’ve got ahead of me then, Jerry.
[Exeunt Norah and Jerry.
Dr. Thorne (to Harvey). And why, for instance, was I directed or allowed to take that astronomical tour before I had investigated my immediate surroundings?