MICH. Is it so? But it’s too late.
AUDR. Yes. Pity! Not quite a well-arranged world, is it? Hold my hand. We’re not to be parted?
MICH. No.
AUDR. Sure?
MICH. Quite sure. You’re suffering?
AUDR. No—that’s past—(Shuts her eyes. He watches her.) Very comfortable—very happy—just like going into a delicious faint—(Sighs.) Do you remember—beautiful sunrise—diamonds on the sea——
MICH. Yes, I remember—all—every moment! And the wind that blew us together when we stood on the cliff! Oh! we were happy then—I remember all! All! All!
AUDR. So glad your memory’s good at last. (A vesper hymn heard off at some distance.) Pity to die on such a lovely evening—not quite well-arranged world? But we were happy—if the next world has anything as good it won’t be much amiss. I’m going. Fetch—priest—(MICHAEL is going to door left; she calls him back.) No. No time to waste. Don’t leave me. We shan’t be parted?
MICH. No! No! No! No!
AUDR. (gives a deep sigh of content, then looks up at his mother’s picture). She’s there? (MICHAEL nods.) She’ll forgive me! (Blows a little kiss to the picture.) But I’m your angel—I’m leading you——