ROSE. Yes, I am happy—at least, I’m peaceful, and peace is better than happiness, isn’t it?
MICH. Yes, peace is best! Peace is best! I shall find it too, some day. Andrew, she has forgiven me. Can’t you forgive me? We may never see each other again on this side the grave. Don’t let us part in anger!
ANDR. Part?
MICH. As soon as I can arrange my affairs I shall leave Cleveheddon.
ANDR. But your work?
MICH. My work is ended. I’ll see that you and Rose are sufficiently provided for.
(Taking their hands, trying to join them; ANDREW holds aloof.)
ANDR. No. I can’t take any favour from you.
MICH. It’s no favour. I’ve trained you to a special work which has unfitted you for everything else. It is my duty to provide for your old age.