My own heavy breathing that I hear—
[Summons up courage, opens the door.]
My eyes deceive me? Where she is not, there I see her; and where she is, there I do not see her. Pastor, for God's sake, tell me: "There lives Mary."
[He has convulsively clutched the PASTOR'S arm.]
PASTOR.
I do not see her. The bed there is untouched, the windows open—your wife—
FORESTER (rushes into the room).
Woman! Woman! Poor, poor woman!
SCENE VII
SOPHY, like a ghost; can hardly stand or speak; dragged in forcibly by the FORESTER.