AUDR. (nods). So sorry—to intrude. Won’t be very long about it.
(Exit SIR LYOLF by door and steps; MICHAEL is standing with hands over eyes.)
FATHER H. (coming to AUDRIE). Can I be of any service, any comfort to you?
AUDR. No, thanks. I’ve been dreadfully wicked—doesn’t much—matter, eh? Can’t help it now. Haven’t strength to feel sorry. So sorry I can’t feel sorry.
FATHER H. There is forgiveness——
AUDR. Yes, I know. Not now. Want to be with him.
(Indicating MICHAEL.)
SIR LYOLF re-enters by steps.
SIR LYOLF. Come, Ned——