Yours?
Michaelis.
My spirit, crying to you that I was delivered.
Rhoda.
I delivered you. That is enough happiness for one life.
Michaelis.
You delivered me, yes. But not as you dream. Yesterday when the multitude began to gather, the thing I had been waiting for all my life was there, and I—because of you—I was not ready. In that blind hour my life sank in ruin.—I had thought love denied to such as had my work to do, and in the darkness of that thought disaster overwhelmed me.—I have come to know that God does not deny love to any of his children, but gives it as a beautiful and simple gift to them all.—Upon each head be the use that is made of it!
Rhoda.
It is not I—who—harm you?
Michaelis.