Father does all things for his little Lily.
My own dear Lily! Go to sleep, my pet.
[Sitting by her.]
"Wenn ich seh' und höre dich, Das genügt mir inniglich."
[Falling on his knees.]
I come to thee, and, lying on thy breast, Father of me, I tell thee in thine ear, Half-shrinking from the sound, yet speaking free, That thou art not enough for me, my God. Oh, dearly do I love thee! Look: no fear Lest thou shouldst be offended, touches me. Herein I know thy love: mine casts out fear. O give me back my wife; thou without her Canst never make me blessed to the full.
O yes; thou art enough for me, my God; Part of thyself she is, else never mine. My need of her is but thy thought of me; She is the offspring of thy beauty, God; Yea of the womanhood that dwells in thee: Thou wilt restore her to my very soul.
It may be all a lie. Some needful cause Keeps her away. Wretch that I am, to think One moment that my wife could sin against me! She will come back to-night. I know she will. I never can forgive my jealousy! 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.
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.
I scarcely noticed him;
I was so taken with the lovely child. She is angelic.
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.
[3rd Student offers the money to JULIAN.]
No, thank you, sir.
Oh! there is mother!
[Stretching-her hands toward a lady stepping out of a carriage.]
|No, no; hush, my child!|
[The lady looks round, and _LILY _clings to her father. Women talking.]
I'm sure he's stolen the child. She can't be his.
There's a suspicious look about him.
But the child clings to him as if she loved him.
[JULIAN moves on slowly.]