_AUDRIE enters from transept in magnificent evening dress, cloak, and jewellery, and carrying a large basket of roses. Her features are much paler and sharpened, and she shows a constant restlessness and excitement._ AUDR. (_looks round, calls out_). Somebody is here? (_Pause, calls out._) Somebody is here? No? (_Speaks down transept._) You may come in, Milly. _MILLY CANTELO, a fashionable little woman, enters at transept, looking admiringly round the church._ AUDR. There's nobody here except (_raising her voice_) a stone saint (_pointing up to carved figure_), and he can't hear, because he has only stone ears, and he can't feel, because he has only a stone heart. (_MICHAEL shows intense feeling._) MILLY (_looking round_). Isn't it gorgeous? AUDR. H'm--yes---- (_Raises her voice._) I can't bear that stone saint. Look how hard and lifeless he is. In a well-regulated world there would be no room for angels or devils, or stone saints, or any such griffins. MILLY. Audrie, you are queer to-night. You'll be ill again. AUDR. Yes, duckie, I hope so. MILLY. What's the matter with you? AUDR. Life's the matter with me, I think. I've got it badly, and I don't know how to cure myself. MILLY. I wish you wouldn't talk nonsense, and run about on silly errands in the dark. AUDR. I won't for long. When my head is tightly bandaged in a white cloth, I can't talk any more nonsense, can I? And when my feet are comfortably tucked up in my final night-gown I can't run after stone saints in the dark, can I? MILLY. Oh, you give me the creeps. I can't imagine why you wanted to come out to-night. AUDR. To decorate the church. MILLY. Don't you think it's decorated enough? AUDR. (_looking_). No, it wants a few more touches. I must just titivate a cherub's nose, or hang a garland on an apostle's toe, just to show my deep, deep devotion---- MILLY. Your deep, deep devotion? AUDR. My deep, deep love, my deep, deep worship, my deep, deep remembrance. MILLY. Of what? AUDR. The church, of course. MILLY. What a heap of money all this must have cost! Who gave it all? AUDR. I gave two hundred pounds when I lived here last year. MILLY. I wonder who gave all the rest! AUDR. I wonder! MILLY. Mr. Feversham must have some very devoted friends. AUDR. So it seems. MILLY. Did you know him very well when you lived here? AUDR. Not very well. MILLY. What sort of a man is he? AUDR. Oh, a very cold, distant man--a good deal of the priest about him, and as much feeling as that stone figure up there. MILLY. You didn't like him? AUDR. Oh, I liked him well enough. But I don't think he cared much for me. I dare say he's forgotten all about me by this time. Milly---- (_Bursts into tears._) MILLY. What is it?