Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

AUDR. Quite alone.

MICH. How did you come here?

AUDR. By the simplest and most prosaic means in the world. This morning I took the train to Lowburnham to do some shopping. As I was coming back to the station, a boy put this little handbill into my hand. (Showing a little yellow handbill.) Afternoon excursion to Saint Decuman’s and Saint Margaret’s Isles. I had an impulse—I obeyed it. I telegraphed to Cleveheddon for a boat to meet me here at six—(takes out watch)—it only wants ten minutes—and took the excursion steamer. They all landed here for half-an-hour. I hid myself till after the steamer had gone. Then I came up here to your cottage. I heard some voices, so I hid again—who was here?

MICH. Only my secretary and my uncle Ned.

AUDR. The Catholic priest. I saw a boat leaving—it was they?

MICH. Yes.

AUDR. They’re not coming back?

MICH. No.

AUDR. You’re annoyed with me for coming?