Perhaps, perhaps. How quiet and smiling she looks. There is some great pathos about her peacefulness as if Heaven were restoring to her something cruelly lost in this world.
Gwymplane
[Walking over to her couch and wringing his hands.]
My love, my little love.
[Ursus rising and soothing his agonized posture with a gentle hand, which Gwymplane shakes off.]
Gwymplane
Oh, there seems no corner in myself into which I can creep, pull down the blinds, and shut out those horrible, jeering, grotesque, indecent processionals that I joined and made last night.
Ursus
My poor son! You threw your body to the jackals for an hour. You forgot there was a soul in your body to get mangled along with the rest.
Gwymplane