Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

AUDR. Please don’t.

MICH. But he wishes to speak to you.

AUDR. I don’t wish to speak to him.

MICH. Why not?

AUDR. I wish to speak to you.

MICH. About what?

AUDR. About my soul, about your soul, and about other people’s souls. (Leaning a little in at the window. He remains silent, and reserved. All through the early part of the scene his demeanour is cold, constrained, and a little impatient. A pause.) I know you make it a rule always to see people about their souls.

MICH. (very coldly). If they are really in need of spiritual advice.

AUDR. I think I’m in need of spiritual advice. (A pause. He stands cold, irresponsive.) Did you see me in church?

MICH. Yes.