Philip: There, he’s gone. Poor, little, well-meaning chap. It’s a pathetic thing to be the only mortal in a world of immortals.
Dorothy: I think you were rather hard on him, Philip. After all, he has his qualities.
Philip: Qualities?
Dorothy: I don’t know. It has always seemed to me that he is kind to children. There are other things, too; but I can’t think of them now, I’m so hungry.
Philip: I, too, darling. We come back to that, don’t we?
Dorothy: I’m tired of waiting for something to happen. I want to sleep and forget all about it.
Philip: All right. Let’s lie down side by side on the sofa. I’ll turn the gas on, and we’ll have a good night’s rest.
Dorothy: The gas?
Philip: Yes. We’ll have our friend back. It’s easy for us to die, because we know that we are immortal. What do we risk?
[He turns the gas out and on again. . . . The stage is quite dark.]
Philip: There. That ought to alter things a bit. Where are you, old girl?
Dorothy: Here, Philip.
Philip: Ah, that’s better, side by side, light out of the darkness.
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