[She skurries round, collects her toilet-materials, and runs into house. Far away bridal music is heard. Within the picture goes a murmur of soft music. Wiowani reappears, leading Tikipu by the hand. Tikipu steps out of the picture as one walking in his sleep.
Wio. So you have come back to the world again!
There’s dawn beginning white against the pane.
What does life look like? Does the dream seem true
Now you have wakened from it, Tikipu?
What? Not awake yet? Ah, soon from your brain
All this dead breath shall melt, as from the pane
Melts the white frost! Now, if my labour stands,
Yonder you hold it!—Go and wash your hands!—
There’s too much paint upon them, and the stain