Ger. Tell you what, darling?
Con. That—that—that you—Oh! you know what, Arthur!
Ger. How could I, my child, with that—!—Shall I tell you now?
Con. No, no! I am too happy to listen—even to you, Arthur! But he should never have—I did find him out at last. If I had but known you did not like him! (hiding her face.)
Ger. (embracing his father) Father! father! I cannot hold my happiness! And it is all your doing!
Col. G. No, I tell you, my boy! I was but a straw on the tide of things. I will serve you yet though. I will be your father yet.
Bill (aside). Fathers ain't all bad coves! Here's two on 'em—good sort of old Jacobs—both on 'em. Shouldn't mind much if I had a father o' my own arter all!
GERVAISE turns to CONSTANCE—then glances at the Psyche. COL.
GERVAISE removes the sheet. GERVAISE leads CONSTANCE to the
chair on the dais—turns from her to the Psyche, and begins to work
on the clay, glancing from the one to the other—the next moment
leaves the Psyche, and seats himself on the dais at CONSTANCE'S
feet, looking up in her face. COL. GERVAISE stands regarding
them fixedly. Slow distant music. BILL is stealing away.
Curtain falls.
THE END.