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…ghan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at dinner. Enter Butler. BUTLER. F you please, sir, a gentleman has called; he says he must see you at once. ; VAUGHAN. Have you told him we are at dinner? BUTLER. Yes, sir; but he would not take that; begging your
112 | MYSTERIES: BRANDON. That ’s where he is, youscoundrel. Out of the way, fool! [Kunocking John over, bursts the door open and enters.| There you are, you snivelling little swine. My God! to think that damned puppy’s my son! Come out of it! VAUGHAN [who has entered and rung the bellfor the servants}. I shall have you locked up for assaulting my servant. BRANDON. And you for abducting my son. He’s coming with me now or, there'll be a fuss.) Mark my words, you rascal. — : [Enter two Footmen. VAUGHAN. Seize that man. [Zhey sezze and hold him af…
…by my presence. Only the moon should see you, Esmé. ESME [half in tears]. . You don’t mean like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year? Or is it that you do not understand? Or are you sorry? Or are you glad? | ESME. I am very, very glad. [They kiss. A iittle cloud passes across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. d…
… move towards dining-room. VAUGHAN. Sou. John! shut that door. Mr. Brandon, my daughtér is at dinner in that room. I cannot allow you to enter.
116 MYSTERIES: SCENE IV. The next morning. Esméin bed asleep. Enter Vaughan. VAUGHAN. OOR child, poor child, how are you? You have not slept, I know. Why, she is still asleep! Hush! How calmly and regularly she breathes! How fresh she looks! How she smiles! It is wonderful! It is impossible! Esmé! Esmé! it is a pity you cannot always sleep so, and never wake up to the cruel sorrow of yesterday. Ah me! When we all thought to be so happy. And in a month he would have married her: in a day he would have finished the poem. What a wonderful poem it …