[Soldiers step back.]
Jean (trembling). I am free?
Officer. Yes! You can go. Do you not understand?
[Steps back.]
Bishop (to Jean). My friend, before you go away—here are your candlesticks (going to the mantel and bringing the candlesticks); take them.
[Jean takes the candlesticks, seeming not to know what he is doing.]
By the way, my friend, when you come again you need not come through the garden. The front door is closed only with a latch, day or night. (To the Officer and Soldiers.) Gentlemen, you may withdraw.
Jean (recoiling and holding out the candlesticks). No—no—I—I—
Bishop. Say no more; I understand. You felt that they were all owing to you from a world that had used you ill. Keep them, my friend, keep them. I would I had more to give you. It is small recompense for nineteen years.