Adr. O, Infinite Love, why didst make us as men to try us as gods?... And I might have saved her. Might? ... [Goes slowly to the key, stoops and picks it up. As he raises his head his glance falls on the portrait of the Saviour on wall in front of him] Unto seventy times seven. [He drops the key and takes a step or two toward the picture] Thou too wert man!... [As he gazes at the portrait Vasil comes softly forward, takes up the key, returns to table, and sits looking at the key as if fascinated. Curtain]
ACT III
Scene 1. Same room. Vasil asleep on bench, rear, left. Adrian watching by him.
Adr. If I had saved him this day ... this night! But now ... what peace can heal him? [Rises and walks] Lord, Lord, from out these burning days, let one, just one, go free! As thou lovest thy world, let him be spared, let him be spared!
[Enter Sophie, street door. Adrian looks at her uncomprehendingly. She crosses to him]
Adr. Why have you come?
Soph. To warn you!
Adr. The boy—do not wake him.