This was a new play by him!
"Ah," my heart seemed to say, "now again you will hear his
dear words, although spoken by alien mouths.
The love seens----"
I could not finish. Although married and forever beyond me,
I could still hear his manly tones as issueing from the door of
the Bath-house. I thrilled with excitement. As the curtain rose
I closed my eyes in ecstacy.
"Bab!" Jane said, in a quavering tone.
I looked. What did I see? The bath-house itself, the very
one. And as I stared I saw a girl, wearing her hair as I wear
mine, cross the stage with a Bunch of Keys in her hand, and say
to the bath-house door.
"Can't I do somthing to help? I do so want to help you."
_My very words_.
And a voice from beyond the bath-house door said:
"Who's that?"
_His words_.
I could bare no more. Heedless of Jane's Protests and
Anguish, I got up and went out, into the light of day. My body
was bent with misry. Because at last I knew that, like mother
and all the rest, _he to did not understand me, and never
would_. To him I was but material, the stuff that plays are made
of!
_And now we know that he never could know_,
_And did not understand_.
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