Good-by.

YOUNG RIDER.

CONTENTS

With a sigh.

Good-by.

CONTENTS

They go out.

SARAH.

CONTENTS

Uneasily.

Rosochka, I think you have offended him. Why did you do it?

ROSA.

That doesn't matter, mamma.

ANATHEMA.

CONTENTS

To David.

These are not suitors, David.

CONTENTS

David laughs morosely. Anathema runs over to Rosa and offers her his arm. He leads her, half-dancing, merrily whistling the same tune that the organ had played.

ANATHEMA.

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