Jean—Angelica! Do not pretend you did not hear my step; I saw you listening. I could tell from the very Court of Miracles what you were thinking of if I saw only the bend of your head! But look you! I am here! Jean! It is Jean!
Angelica—I know. (She turns and seems to make up her mind to throw all ruse aside; with a gesture of welcome she cries:) Ah, I thought I was never to see you again!
Jean—I thought so, too. I have wished to see you!
Angelica—Why, then, were you so long?
Jean—I was working with old Jacques over in the Old Freestone Branch beyond the Court of Miracles.
Angelica—(She shudders.) The Old Freestone? O, why did you go there?
Jean—Some one must go, Angelica, and I was the youngest and strongest. If I had not gone, old Jacques would have had to as he was the only one that understood the buttressing of the ancient wall, and I wouldn’t have had old Jacques made to go for worlds!
Angelica—No indeed, old Jacques that saved your life and pulled you out of the Great River!
Jean—Yes, dear old fellow! And it’s dangerous over there. You know they made the walls of the Old Freestone Branch out of blocks of stone so large that when a break starts and they begin to fall, it is not safe to be working among them.
Angelica—Yes, I know; Didon was lost there. Ah, poor Didon!