Hel. (Springing from him) It is a step!
Go, Edgar! Go!
Poe. No! By the god in my bosom, you are mine from this moment!
Hel. My father! my father! He will tear me from you—You do not know him!
Poe. I know he ’s mortal. Heaven could not part us. I will not move!
(He is standing in the window. She hastily draws the curtain before him)
Hel. Then keep your word!
(A knock at the door. Helen is silent)
Voice. Helen?
Hel. It is you, Roger? Come in.
(Roger enters, carrying a lamp. Looks about and sees Helen.)