Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

AUDR. And you believe that you are watched by the dead?

MICH. Yes.

AUDR. And that she is with us now—in this room?

MICH. Yes.

AUDR. She is your good angel.

MICH. She is my good angel.

AUDR. I can understand why you did not wish me to kiss her.

(MICHAEL makes a movement to take the picture.)

AUDR. (retains it). No. Yes, I feel she must be in this room.

MICH. Why?