Doctor. Where are you going?
Conjurer. I am going to ask the God whose enemies I have served if I am still worthy to save a child.
[Exit into garden. He paces up and down exactly as Morris has done. As he does so, Patricia slowly goes out; and a long silence follows, during which the remaining men stir and stamp very restlessly. The darkness increases. It is long before anyone speaks.
Doctor. [Abruptly.] Remarkable man that Conjurer. Clever man. Curious man. Very curious man. A kind of man, you know.... Lord bless us! What's that?
Duke. What's what, eh? What's what?
Doctor. I swear I heard a footstep.
Enter Hastings with papers.
Duke. Why, Hastings—Hastings—we thought you were a ghost. You must be—er—looking white or something.
Hastings. I have brought back the answer of the Anti-Vegetarians ... I mean the Vegetarians.
[Drops one or two papers.