Oh! oh! my poor little sister!… I shall cry too!… [She stifles her sobs on her sister's shoulder.
THE STRANGER.
He must be knocking again…. The father looks at the clock. He rises.
MARTHA.
Sister, sister, I want to go in too…. They cannot be alone any longer….
MARY.
Martha! Martha!… [She holds her back.
THE STRANGER.
The father is at the door…. He draws the bolts…. He opens the door prudently….