THE MINSTER CHURCH AT CLEVEHEDDON.
(Ten months pass.)
RECEPTION ROOM OF THE MONASTERY OF SAN SALVATORE AT MAJANO, ITALY.
[ACT I]
SCENE.—The Vicarage parlour at Cleveheddon. An old-fashioned comfortable room in an old English house. A large window, with low broad sill, takes up nearly all the back of the stage, showing to the right a part of Cleveheddon Minster in ruins. To the left a stretch of West Country landscape. A door, right, leading to house. A fireplace, right. A door, left. Table with chairs, right. A portrait of MICHAEL’S mother hangs on wall at a height of about nine feet. It is a very striking painting of a lady about twenty-eight, very delicate and spirituelle. Time.—A fine spring morning. Discover at the window, looking off right, with face turned away from audience, and in an attitude of strained attention to something outside, ANDREW GIBBARD. Enter FANNY CLOVER, the vicarage servant, showing in the REVEREND MARK DOCWRAY, a middle-aged clergyman.
FANNY. Mr. Feversham is over to the church, sir, but he’ll be back directly.
(Exit.)
MARK. Andrew——