keep a ghoäst out.

Eva (falling at his feet). O, forgive me! forgive me!

Steer. Who said that? Taäke me awaäy, little gell. It be one o' my bad daäys. 449 [Exit Steer led by Milly.

Dora (smoothing Eva's forehead). Be not so cast down, my sweet Eva. You heard him say it was one of his bad days. He will be sure to know you to-morrow.

Eva. It is almost the last of my bad days, I think. I am very faint. I must lie down. Give me your arm. back again.

Lead me

[Dora takes Eva into inner room.

That we should marry. He would answer nothing,

I could make nothing of him; but, my flower,

You look so weary and so worn! What is it Has put you out of heart?

Dora.
It puts me in heart
Again to see you; but indeed the state
Of my poor father puts me out of heart.
Is yours yet living?

Harold.
No I told you.
Dora.
When?
Harold. Confusion ! Ah well, well!
the state we all

Must come to in our spring-and-winter