In the foul slough of his accursed heart—
His heart, and then—mine own!
ACT IV.
Scene.—Room in Martha’s cottage; a couch in recess of window. Night. A small lamp burning on pedestal table at head of couch.
Enter Lisa from without, meeting Martha.
Mar. (anxiously). Well, hast thou seen the holy Anselm?
Lisa.Yes;
Yet but one moment I had been too late.
Old Karl is dying, and the holy man,