_Exit_. CONSTANCE _drops on the dais, nearly under the veiled Psyche_. _Enter_ GER. _and stands a moment regarding her_. _Ger._ Constance. _Con._ (_starting up, and flying to him with her hands clasped_) Arthur! Arthur! don't go. I can't bear you to go. It's all my fault, but do forgive me! Oh, do, do--_dear_ Arthur! Don't go to-morrow. I shall be miserable if you do. _Ger._ But why, my--why, Constance? _Con._ I _was_ your Constance once. _Ger._ But why should I not go? Nobody wants me here. _Con._ Oh, Arthur! how can you be so cruel? Can it be that--? Do say something. If you won't say anything, how can I know what you are thinking--what you wish? Perhaps you don't like--I would--I have--I won't--Oh, Arthur! do say something. _Ger._ I have nothing to say, Constance. _Con._ Then I _have_ lost you--altogether! I dare say I deserve it. I hardly know. God help me! What can I have done so very wicked? Oh! why did you take me out of the streets? I should have been used to them by this time! They are terrible to me now. No, no, Arthur! I thank you--thank you--with my very soul! What might I not have been by this time! But I used to lie in that corner, and I daren't now! _Enter_ COL. G. _behind_. It was a happy time, for I had not offended you then. Good-bye. Won't you say one word to me?--You will never see me again. _She pauses a moment; then exit weeping--by the back door, behind the Psyche_. COL. G. _follows her_. _Ger._ How _could_ she love that fellow? (_Looking up_.) Gone? gone! My Constance! My Psyche! I've driven her into the wild street! O my God! William! William! Constance! Which door? I won't go, Constance--I won't. I will do anything you ask me. What was that she said?--_Good-bye_! God in heaven!--William! you idiot! where are you? William! _He rushes out by the front door. Re-enter_ COL. G. _by the back door_. _Col. G._ It was lucky I met Bill! He's after her like the wind. That message will bring her back, I think. I could trust that boy with anything! But where is he? (_Enter_ THOMAS.) What, friend! here at last! Thank God! Just sit down a moment, will you? (_Peeps into the room off the study_.) He's not there! I heard him calling this moment! Perhaps he's in the house.--Did _you_ leave the door open, sir? _Tho._ Nay. Th' dur wur oppen. Aw seigh sombory run eawt as aw coom oop. _Col. G._ My boy! my boy! It will kill him!--Stop here till I come back. (_Rushes out_.) _Tho._ Aw connot stop. Aw'm tired enough, God knows, to stop anywheeres; mo yed goes reawnd and reawnd, an' aw'd fain lie mo deawn. But aw mun be gooin'. Nobory can tell what may be coomin to mo Mattie. Aw mun go look, go look! Ha! ha! they couldn't keep mo, owd mon as aw wur! But aw wish aw hed a word wi' th' mon first. _Enter_ WARREN. _War._ (_aside_) This must be the old fellow himself! Here he is after all! (_Peeps into the room_.) _Tho._ Theer be nobory theer, sir. Th' maister's run eawt, and th' mon after him.