The Poetical Works of George MacDonald
Home - George MacDonald - The Poetical Works of George MacDonaldSCENE XVI.--JULIAN walking with LILY through one of the squares.
Lily.
Wish we could find her somewhere. 'Tis so sad Not to have any mother! Shall I ask This gentleman if he knows where she is?Julian.
No, no, my love; we'll find her by and by.
BERNARD. and another Gentleman talking together.
Bernard.
Have you seen Seaford lately? Gentleman.
| No. In fact, |
He vanished somewhat oddly, days ago. Sam saw him with a lady in his cab; And if I hear aright, one more is missing-- Just the companion for his lordship's taste. You've not forgot that fine Italian woman You met there once, some months ago?
Bern.
| Forgot her! |
I have to try though, sometimes--hard enough: Her husband is alive!
Lily.
Mother was Italy, father,--was she not?Julian.
Hush, hush, my child! you must not say a word.Gentleman.
Oh, yes; no doubt!
But what of that?--a poor half-crazy creature!
Bern.
Something quite different, I assure you, Harry. Last week I saw him--never to forget him-- Ranging through Seaford's house, like the questing beast.Gentleman.
Better please two than one, he thought--and wisely. 'Tis not for me to blame him: she is a prize Worth sinning for a little more than little.Lily
(whispering).
Why don't you ask them whether it was mother? I am sure it was. I am quite sure of it.Gentleman.
Look what a lovely child!Bern.
Harry! Good heavens!
It is the Count Lamballa. Come along.