Oh, the wee darling, flitting from plane to cypress, cypress back to plane! And, see! There goes a man with a ring-dove in a cage! Come, Maronis! We’ll go buy it of him! [Assisted by Valentinus she scrambles down and runs out into the lane.]
Maronis.
Oh, what a runabout! I should have wings to my feet like Mercury to keep up with her! [She follows Quartilla out.]
Tertulla.
Are we alone?... How wonderful you are! All your perhapses come to pass!
Valentinus.
Perhaps I only “perhaps” when I see events well on their advancing road!
Tertulla.
But never do they turn down a side street! Never do they lose their way! Always they come, straight as a bow-shot, to the door! Everyone else said, “Afflicted of the gods for over-much grieving Tertulla will never see again!” But you ... you said, “I promise nothing, yet perhaps....” And, now, though you will not suffer me to test it, I feel that my eyes have been born again; that I can see!
Valentinus.