First Chinese [moved]. The young gentleman of the ballad.
Third Chinese [slowly, approaching the body]. And the end of the ballad.
Take away the bushes.
[The negroes commence to pull away the bushes.]
Second Chinese. Death, the hermit,
Needs no candle
In his hermitage.
[The Second Chinese snuffs out the candle. The First Chinese puts out the lanterns. As the bushes are pulled away, the figure of a girl, sitting half stupefied under the tree, suddenly becomes apparent to the Second Chinese and then to the Third Chinese. They step back. The negroes move to the left. When the First Chinese sees the girl, the instrument slips from his hands and falls noisily to the ground. The girl stirs.]
Second Chinese [to the girl]. Is that you, Anna?
[The girl starts. She raises her head, looks around slowly, leaps to her feet and screams.]
Second Chinese [gently]. Is that you, Anna?
[She turns quickly toward the body, looks at it fixedly and totters up the stage.]
Anna [bitterly]. Go.
Tell my father:
He is dead.