Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

AUDR. (to FATHER HILARY). Come back again—in—few minutes. I shall want you. I’ve been dreadfully wicked. But I’ve built a church—and—(feverishly) I’ve loved him—with all my heart—and a little bit over.

(Exeunt SIR LYOLF and FATHER HILARY, door left.)

AUDR. (motioning MICHAEL). Why didn’t you come when I sent for you?

MICH. I’ve only known this moment. Why didn’t you send before?

AUDR. I sent you hundreds—of messages—from my heart of hearts. Didn’t you get them?

MICH. Yes—every one.

AUDR. I’ve crawled all over Europe after you. And you aren’t worth it—Yes, you are. You wouldn’t come——

MICH. Yes—anywhere—anywhere—take me where you will.

AUDR. You know—he’s dead. I’m free.