Dir. I'm windward of a whisper.
Gol. About LeVal?
Dir. He's circling in. Let Hudibrand laugh low
Or the enemy will hear him.
Gol. This LeVal
Was dead and buried,—three months out of life,—
Shook from remembrance as the stalest clutter,—
Now, save our eyes, he's jumped alive and rides
Our foremost thought! Enough to send a man
Back to his marrows. I shall pray to-night.
Maz. A plunge for resolution! That will cool it.
[Exeunt lower left. Señora comes out of house and crosses to seat, right]
Señ. 'Tis five o'clock. No sign! But he will come.
He comes!
[Enter Chartrien, lower right. They meet silently and clasp hands]
Cha. My friend! I thought you far from here.
Safe in the capital. But nothing's strange
To those who've moved mid miracles. You've seen
LeVal?
Señ. I have.