AUDR. I was full of silly wicked thoughts when I came—she has taken them away.
MICH. Ah, if I dared hope that you would really change!
AUDR. Perhaps I will. (Very imploringly.) Do let me kiss this sweet face.
(Pause.)
MICH. No—at least not now, not yet. Please give it back to me. (He takes it.) I’ll hang it up. (He takes it to steps.) Will you hold it for a moment?
(She comes to steps, holds it while he mounts, gives it to him.)
AUDR. What a wonderful thought that is, that we are watched by the dead. It never occurred to me before. I wonder what a spirit is like? (He hangs up the picture.) Now she is quite out of my reach. (He comes down steps.) Won’t you take that money for rebuilding the Minster! It’s there on the window-sill. (He goes and takes it.) Thank you.
MICH. Thank you.
AUDR. Then I’m not to call again? Not even about my soul?
MICH. I’m going over to the Island for some time, and shall only be back on Sundays.