MICH. Yes. Where?
AUDR. I don’t know. Don’t fuss about it. “Le bon Dieu nous pardonnera: c’est son métier”—(Closes her eyes.) Not parted?
(Looks up at him.)
MICH. No! No! No! No!
AUDR. You won’t keep me waiting too long? (Looks up at him, a long deep sigh of content.) Hold my hand—Tight! tight! Oh! don’t look so solemn——
(Begins to laugh, a ripple of bright, feeble laughter, growing louder and stronger, a little outburst, then a sudden stop, as she drops dead. MICHAEL kisses her lips, her face, her hands, her dress.)
Enter FATHER HILARY.
MICH. Take me! I give my life, my will, my soul, to you! Do what you please with me! I’ll believe all, do all, suffer all—only—only persuade me that I shall meet her again!
(Throws himself on her body.)
CURTAIN.