Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

MICH. (to ANDREW). One moment, Andrew. (To his father.) I’ve a word or two to say to Andrew.

SIR LYOLF. Come and stay the night with me and let us talk this over.

MICH. No, I must be alone to-night. Good-night, dear Mark.

(MARK wrings his hand.)

SIR LYOLF. You are resolved to go through with this? It must be?

(MICHAEL bows his head.)

SIR LYOLF. I can’t be here to-morrow. I couldn’t face it. But (with great affection) I shan’t be far away when you want me. (Very warm handshake.) Come, Mr. Docwray.

(Exeunt SIR LYOLF and DOCWRAY by transept.)

ANDR. (bringing ROSE to MICHAEL). I’ve brought her.

(ROSE is in an Anglican sister’s dress; she is very pale and her manner is subdued. She comes slowly and reverently to MICHAEL, and is going to bend to him. He takes her hands and raises her.)