Andrew. Come now with me, Thomas. The boy is foolish, but it will soon pass over. He has not my sense to be giving attention to what you will say. Come along now; leave him for a while; leave him to me, I say; it is I will get inside his mind.
[He leads Thomas out. Martin, when they have gone, sits down, taking up lion and unicorn.]
Martin. I think it was some shining thing I saw.... What was it?
Andrew [opening door and putting in his head]. Listen to me, Martin.
Martin. Go away—no more talking—leave me alone.
Andrew [coming in]. Oh, but wait. I understand you. Thomas doesn't understand your thoughts, but I understand them. Wasn't I telling you I was just like you once?
Martin. Like me? Did you ever see the other things, the things beyond?
Andrew. I did. It is not the four walls of the house keep me content. Thomas doesn't know, oh, no, he doesn't know.
Martin. No, he has no vision.
Andrew. He has not, nor any sort of a heart for frolic.