Michaelis.

Raising his hands.

He whom I serve, and whom you blaspheme!

Littlefield.

No, sir! He whom I serve, and whom you blaspheme—Nature. Or rather, Mrs. Beeler did it herself.

Michaelis.

Herself?

Littlefield.

You gave her a jog, so to speak, here, or here,

Touches his brain and heart.