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The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 1
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Or that fool-visit to lord Seaford's house!
[His eyes fall on the glove which the child still holds in her sleeping hand. He takes it gently away, and hides it in his bosom.]
It will be all explained. To think I should,
Without one word from her, condemn her so!
What can I say to her when she returns?
I shall be utterly ashamed before her.
She will come back to-night. I know she will.
[He throws himself wearily on the bed.]
SCENE XIV.—Crowd about the Italian Opera-House. JULIAN. LILY in his arms. Three Students
1st Student.
Edward, you see that long, lank, thread-bare man?
There is a character for that same novel
You talk of thunder-striking London with,
One of these days.
2nd St.
I scarcely noticed him;
I was so taken with the lovely child.
She is angelic.
3rd St.
You see angels always,
Where others, less dim-sighted, see but mortals.
She is a pretty child. Her eyes are splendid.
I wonder what the old fellow is about.
Some crazed enthusiast, music-distract,
That lingers at the door he cannot enter!
Give him an obol, Frank, to pay old Charon,
And cross to the Elysium of sweet sounds.
Here's mine.
1st St.
And mine.
2nd St.
And mine.
[3rd Student offers the money to JULIAN.]
Julian
(very quietly).
No, thank you, sir.
Lily.
Oh! there is mother!
[Stretching-her hands toward a lady stepping out of a carriage.]
Julian.
No, no; hush, my child!
[_The lady looks round, and _LILY clings to her father. Women talking.]
1st W.
I'm sure he's stolen the child. She can't be his.
2nd W.
There's a suspicious look about him.
3rd W
True;
But the child clings to him as if she loved him.
[JULIAN moves on slowly.]
SCENE XV.—JULIAN seated in his room, his eyes fixed on the floor. LILY playing in a corner
Julian.
Though I am lonely, yet this little child—
She understands me better than the Twelve
Knew the great heart of him they called their Lord.
Ten times last night I woke in agony,
I knew not why. There was no comforter.
I stretched my arm to find her, and her place
Was empty as my heart. Sometimes my pain
Forgets its cause, benumbed by its own being;
Then would I lay my aching, weary head
Upon her bosom, promise of relief:
I lift my eyes, and Lo, the vacant world!
[He looks up and sees the child playing with his dagger.]
You'll hurt yourself, my child; it is too sharp.
Give it to me, my darling. Thank you, dear.
[He breaks the hilt from the blade and gives it her.]
'Here, take the pretty part. It's not so pretty
As it was once!
[Thinking aloud.]
I picked the jewels out
To buy your mother the last dress I gave her.
There's just one left, I see, for you, my Lily.
[His eyes fall on the glove which the child still holds in her sleeping hand. He takes it gently away, and hides it in his bosom.]
It will be all explained. To think I should,
Without one word from her, condemn her so!
What can I say to her when she returns?
I shall be utterly ashamed before her.
She will come back to-night. I know she will.
[He throws himself wearily on the bed.]
SCENE XIV.—Crowd about the Italian Opera-House. JULIAN. LILY in his arms. Three Students
1st Student.
Edward, you see that long, lank, thread-bare man?
There is a character for that same novel
You talk of thunder-striking London with,
One of these days.
2nd St.
I scarcely noticed him;
I was so taken with the lovely child.
She is angelic.
3rd St.
You see angels always,
Where others, less dim-sighted, see but mortals.
She is a pretty child. Her eyes are splendid.
I wonder what the old fellow is about.
Some crazed enthusiast, music-distract,
That lingers at the door he cannot enter!
Give him an obol, Frank, to pay old Charon,
And cross to the Elysium of sweet sounds.
Here's mine.
1st St.
And mine.
2nd St.
And mine.
[3rd Student offers the money to JULIAN.]
Julian
(very quietly).
No, thank you, sir.
Lily.
Oh! there is mother!
[Stretching-her hands toward a lady stepping out of a carriage.]
Julian.
No, no; hush, my child!
[_The lady looks round, and _LILY clings to her father. Women talking.]
1st W.
I'm sure he's stolen the child. She can't be his.
2nd W.
There's a suspicious look about him.
3rd W
True;
But the child clings to him as if she loved him.
[JULIAN moves on slowly.]
SCENE XV.—JULIAN seated in his room, his eyes fixed on the floor. LILY playing in a corner
Julian.
Though I am lonely, yet this little child—
She understands me better than the Twelve
Knew the great heart of him they called their Lord.
Ten times last night I woke in agony,
I knew not why. There was no comforter.
I stretched my arm to find her, and her place
Was empty as my heart. Sometimes my pain
Forgets its cause, benumbed by its own being;
Then would I lay my aching, weary head
Upon her bosom, promise of relief:
I lift my eyes, and Lo, the vacant world!
[He looks up and sees the child playing with his dagger.]
You'll hurt yourself, my child; it is too sharp.
Give it to me, my darling. Thank you, dear.
[He breaks the hilt from the blade and gives it her.]
'Here, take the pretty part. It's not so pretty
As it was once!
[Thinking aloud.]
I picked the jewels out
To buy your mother the last dress I gave her.
There's just one left, I see, for you, my Lily.
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