(Throws coat over the back of a chair and turns chair toward fire.)
Cyn. Yes, of course. How in the world did you ever get here? You can’t see your hand before your face.
Ariel. Well, I couldn’t if it was clear, so it doesn’t make much difference, but I could find my way to your house if I was stone blind.
(Goes to Cyn. and throws her arms around her.)
Cyn. (alarmed). Your eyes, Arey? It isn’t really serious?
Ariel. No, they will come out all right but it’s a good deal of a nuisance. I can’t see across this room.
Cyn. Good land, you blessed child! You are sure you will get over it?
Ariel. Absolutely, but it will take time and I have got to try to have patience. My, but it’s good to feel your arms around me!
Cyn. And it’s good to feel them there, but you ought not to have come way over here such a night as this is!
Ariel. I ran away. Father said not to come, but they told me a dreadful story about your going away in the morning and I just had to see you. It isn’t true, is it?