Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

MICH. Oh, Andrew—— Well?

ANDR. (coming up to him). I want to consult you on that passage in the Arabic—if you can spare the time.

MICH. Bring the manuscripts here. (MICHAEL unconsciously looks at his hands.) What are you looking at?

ANDR. Nothing. Your hands are blistered?

MICH. I did a little rowing—the other day. Bring the manuscripts.

(ANDREW goes to door.)

MICH. Andrew—(ANDREW stops)—I was very restless—did you hear me stirring in the night?

ANDR. Stirring?

MICH. Yes, I couldn’t sleep. I got up about one and went out—walked about for some hours—it was nearly light when I came in again. Did you hear me?