There is nothing wrong, Mother, nothing at all.
I was but mazed for a moment,
Startled out of myself by your words.
The Mother
Nay, nay, it is false.
Your faces, of a sudden, grew dark and careworn;
Now you all turn away, exchange glances, and whisper.
Awesome, indeed, must be the secret you hide.
It chills me like death;
Like God’s wrath it affrights me.