AUNTIE. Meaning, of course . . . What has become of him?
MANSON [with his eye]. _He_ is cast out forever.
AUNTIE. Where is he now?
MANSON. He walks through dry places seeking--[he probes her
soul]--_other_ habitations.
AUNTIE. Manson! This is your doing! Oh, you have saved us!
MANSON. I am trying to, ma'am; but, God knows, you make it rather
difficult!
[A change comes over her face, as the curtain slowly falls.]