Tob. Aye, and more.(He looks darkly.)
Eliph. Well, children, then?
Tob. Aye, more than human-kind. [They stare at him, dropping food. Once and again, [He looks at them earnestly, making gestures. Speaking softly— As I looked out upon the folks, it seemed Something was forward—somewhat—or I dreamed!— Of more than earthly business. For the air Seemed full of singing, runnings to and fro, Then silences again—rushes of sound— Footsteps, it seemed, moved on the frozen ground, As if some company, to come and go Was set, all busy, in the market-square.
Eliph. (after pause). Bah! You were dreaming, man! The air was keen, And you were weary.... There was nothing seen? [He seems a little disturbed.
Tob. No; for I asked my lad if aught were there That he could see——
Nad. Bah! You and your market-square! A dreamer! Like the old man on the hill Who babbled of God’s Love and Justice till I was all wearied—and Messias’ name, Who comes one day, he said. Why, but the same Old tale is past and gone for you and me Since old Isaias babbled prophecy. (Scornfully.) “A Virgin shall conceive,” he said!...
Choir softly sings a line or two—
“A Virgin unspotted, the Prophet foretold, Should bring forth a Saviour whom now we....”
Tob. (starting). What is that sound? Do you hear nothing? [They stare. Clamour breaks out in room (L.), and music stops. Gone again, and drowned! But you heard nothing? [Enter David (L.) running, excited. He stops dead.