ietude,--
Conceive, she can't remember being wooed,
Has quite forgotten what is meant by love.

FALK.
Ah yes, when one has slumber'd over long,
The birds of memory refuse their song.
[Laying his hand on LIND's shoulder, with an
ironical look.
You, Lind, slept sound last night, I guarantee?

LIND.
And long. I went to bed in such depression,
And yet with such a fever in my brain,
I almost doubted if I could be sane.

FALK.
Ah yes, a sort of witchery, you see.

LIND.
Thank God I woke in perfect self-possession.

[During the foregoing scene STRAWMAN has been seen
from time to time walking in the background in
lively conversation with ANNA; MRS. STRAWMAN and
the children follow. MISS JAY now appears also,
and with her MRS. HALM and other ladies.

MISS JAY [before she enters].
Ah, Mr. Lind.

LIND [to FALK].
They're after me again!
Come, let us go.

MISS JAY.
Nay, nay, you must remain,
Let us make speedy end of the division
That has crept in between your love and you.

LIND.
Are we divided?

MISS JAY [pointing to ANNA, who is standing further
off in the garden].
Gather the decision
From yon red eyes. The foreign mission drew
Those tears.

LIND.
But heavens, she was glad to go--

MISS JAY [scoffing].
Yes, to be sure, one would imagine so!
No, my dear Lind, you'll take another view
When you have heard the whole affair discussed.

LIND.
But then this warfare for the faith, you know,
Is my most cherished dream!

MISS JAY.
O who would build
On dreaming in this century of light?
Why, Stiver had a dream the other night;
There came a letter singularly sealed--

MRS. STRAWMAN.
It's treasure such a dream prognosticates.

MISS JAY [nodding].
Yes, and next day they sued him for the rates.

[The ladies make a circle round LIND and go in
conversation with him into the garden.

STRAWMAN [continuing, to ANNA, who faintly tries to escape].
From these considerations, daughter mine,
From these considerations, buttressed all
With reason, morals, and the Word Divine,
You now perceive that to desert your Call
Were absolutely inexcusable.

ANNA [half crying].
Oh! I'm so young--

STRAWMAN.
And it is natural,
I own, that one should tremble to essay
These perils, dare the lures that there waylay;
But from doubt's tangle you must now b