SOPHY (reappearing).
Those cruel men! Prayers avail nothing. What have you there, Mary?
MARY.
A letter from Robert.
SOPHY.
If your father should see that!
MARY.
I cannot understand at all how I came to accept it; but I felt so sorry for Robert. Katharine told me he was down in the Dell, and waiting. Then I again recollected my dream of last night.
SOPHY.
A dream?