The bishop's candlesticks norman mckinnel pdf

Continue Norman McKinnelBorn (1870-02-10)10 February 1870 Maxwelltown, Kirkcudbrightshire, Scotland, UKDied29 March 1932 (1932-03-29) (age 62) , , UKOther namesNorman McKinnellOccupationActorYears active1894 - 1932Tobel workPrivers Bishop Norman McKinnell (February 10, 1870 - 29 March 1932) was a Scottish stage actor and film and playwright, active from the 1890s until his death. He has appeared in many stage roles in the UK and abroad, as well as featuring in a number of films, the most famous of which is 's 1927 production of Downhill. His last name was sometimes incorrectly written as McKinnell. McKinnell was born in 1870 in Maxwelltown, Kirkcudbrightshire (since incorporated in Dumfries) and originally intended to follow his father into the engineering business before deciding to enter the acting profession. As a playwright, he is known for the play The Candles of the Bishop, the film adaptation of part of Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. McKinnel's career first-stage appearance was in Clacton-on-Sea, Essex in 1894, and he soon based in London to further his career. He became famous during his career, playing many shaky-3 roles, and his stage work took him to the United States, Australia and South Africa. He was known for writing several lightly staged single-stage plays, the most successful of which was The Bishop's Candles (1901). McKinnell's film career began in 1899 in King John, which is the earliest known example of Shakespeare in cinema. The work consisted of four short scenes from the play, and a two-minute fragment survives at the EYE Film Institute in Amsterdam. McKinnel did not act on screen again until the mid-1910s, when he began making further film performances set around his stage work. He played the main character in the original London production of Hobson's Choice in 1916. Remarkably, he appeared as the same character (Nathaniel Jeffcote) in three separate versions of the film of the same play Hindle Woakes, in the 1918 and 1927 silent adaptations and again in 1931 in sound. In 1919, he played Paul Domby in the first screen version of 's novel Domby and Son. McKinnel's most famous film for a modern audience is Hitchcock's Descent, as a stern but ultimately repentant patriarch opposite Ivor Novello. McKinnel died of a heart attack in London on 29 March 1933 at the age of 62. Filmography of King John (1899) Shulamit (1915) All Matters (1917) (1917) Domby and Son (1917) Hindle Wakes Up (1918) Pillars of Society (1920) Gamble in Lives (1920) Fake (1927) Fake (1927) Fake (1927) ) Hindle Wakes Up (1927) Downhill (1927) Potifar's Wife (1931) Sleeping Cardinal (1931) Outsider (1931) Hindle Woakes (1931) Frightened Lady (1932) White Face (1932) , March 30, 1932; G.; August 25, 2010. . External References Work or about Norman McKinnel in the Internet Archive Norman McKinnel on IMDb Candlesticks Bishop Full text on ebooksread.com Extracted from BISHOP'S CANDLESTICKS Play in one act NORMAN McKINNEL FOUNDED ON AN INCIDENT IN VICTOR HUGO'S NOVEL LES MISERABLES Copyright, 1908, Norman McKinnell London SAMUEL FRENCH, LLC Publishers 28 Southampton Street: STRAND, W.C.2 New York SAMUEL FRENCH Publisher 28 WEST 38th STREET THE BISHOP'S CANDLESTICKS. Originally produced at the Duke of York's Theatre on August 4, 1901, with the following cast: - It was revived at the Kingsway Theatre on Friday, December 20, 1907, with the following cast: - Time.-The Beginning of the last century. Place.-France, about thirty miles from Paris. BISHOP'S CANDLESTICKS. Scene: - The kitchen of the bishop's cottage. This is clear, but essentially furnished. The doors of R. and L. and L. C. Window R. C. Fireplace with a heavy mantelpiece down R. Oak settle with cushions behind the door of the L.C. Table in the R. C. window with writing materials and crucifixion (tree). Eight-day RV clocks. Kitchen dresser with a closet to block the L. Oak dining table R. C. Chairs, Books, etc. Winter wooden scene without. On the mantelpiece are two very beautiful candlesticks that look strange out of place with their surroundings. Marie and Persom discovered. Marie stirs the soup on fire. Persom laying fabric, etc. Persome. Marie, isn't the soup still boiling? Persom. Well, it has to be. You didn't take care of the fire properly, child. Marie. But, madame, you have made the fire yourself. Persom. Don't answer me like that. That's rude. Persom. Then don't let me reproach you again. Persom. I wonder where my brother might be. It's after eleven hours (looking at the clock) and no sign of it. Marie! Persom. Did Monsignor Bishop leave me a message? Persom. Did he tell you where he was going? Persom. Yes, madame (imitation). Then why didn't you tell me, Stupid! Marie. Madame didn't ask me. Persom. But that's not the reason you don't tell me, is it? Marie. Madame said it was only this morning that I wasn't going to talk, so I thought, Persom. Mon Dieu, you thought! Yes! It's hopeless. Persom. Don't keep saying Yes, madame, like a parrot, Nincompoop. Persom. Ok. Where, according to Monsignor, will he know? Marie. To my mother, madame. Persom. To your mother! And why, pray? Marie. Monsignor asked me how she was, and I told him that she was feeling bad. Persom. You told him she wasn't feeling well, didn't you? And so my brother would be kept away from his bed, and go without dinner because you told him she felt unwell. Thank you for you! Marie. Madame, the soup is boiling! Persom. Then pour it fool, and don't chatter. (Marie's about to do it) No- no. Not so, here let me do it, and you put the salt cellars on the silver table. Marie. Silver, madame? Persom. Yes, silver. Are you deaf as well as stupid? Marie. They're sold, madame. Persom. Sold! (horrified) sold out! Are you mad? Who sold them? Why were they sold? Marie. Monsignor Bishop told me this afternoon when you were to take them to Mr. Gervais, who often admired them, and sell them as much as I could. Persom. But you had no right to do so without asking me. Marie. But, madame, the Monsignor bishop told me. (with reverence) Persom. Monsignor Bishop- amm! but, but what he could have wanted with the money! Marie. I'm sorry, madame, but I think it was for Muir Gringoire. Persom. Muir Gringoire indeed. Mur Gringoire! What, an old witch who lives on top of a hill and who says she's bedridden because she's too lazy to do any job? And what did Muir Gringoire want with the money, pray? Marie. Madame, it was a rental. The bailiff would no longer wait and threatened to extradite her for the day if she was not paid, so she sent little Gina to the monsignor to ask for help and. It's hopeless, hopeless. We have nothing left. His property is sold, his savings are gone. His furniture, everything. If it wasn't for my little dot we should starve, and now my beautiful - beautiful (sob) salt cellars. it's too much, too much (she breaks down crying) Marie. Madame, I'm sorry if I knew Persome. Excuse me and why, pray? If Monsignor Bishop decides to sell his salt cellars, he can do it, I suppose. Go and wash your hands, they're shamefully dirty. Marie. Yes, madame, (goes to R.) Bishop. Yes! how beautiful and warm it is here it is worth going out in the cold for the sake of comfort to enter. (Persom hastened to help him with his coat, etc. Marie fell deep courtesy.) Bishop. Thank you, darling. Why, what's going on? You were crying. Marie was troublesome, wasn't she? (shaking your finger at her) yes! Persom. No, it wasn't Marie, but! But! Bishop. Well, well, you're going to tell me now. Marie, my baby, run home, your mother is better, I prayed with her, and the doctor was. Run home! (Marie putting on a cloak and going) And, Marie, let yourself in quietly in case your mother is asleep. Marie. Thank you, thank you, Monsignor. Bishop walks to the C. door as he opens the snow drives in. Here, Marie, take my comforter, it will warm you up. It's very cold at night. Marie. Oh no, monsignor! (shame) Persome. What nonsense, brother, she's young, it won't hurt. Bishop. Oh, Persom, you didn't come out, you don't know how cold it's gotten. Here, Marie, let me wear it for you. (does it) At the same time! Together, baby. Persom. Brother, I have no patience with you. There, sit down and get soup, he waited all so long. And if it's spoiled, it serves you right. Bishop. It smells good. Persom. I'm sure Marie's mother isn't that sick that you need to stay on a night like this. I believe these people pretend to be sick just for the bishop to call them. Bishop. It's kind of they want to see me. Persom. Well, for my part, I believe that charity starts at home. Bishop. And that's why you're going to make me this delicious soup. You're very kind to me, sister. Persom. Good for you, yes! I have to think so. I'd like to know where you'd be without me to take care of you. Cheating every idle scam or lying old woman in the ward. Bishop. If people lie to me, they're poorer, not I. Persomee. But it's funny, you'll have nothing left soon. You give everything, everything!!! Bishop. My darling, there is so much suffering in the world and I can do so little (sighs) so little. Persom. Suffering, yes, but you never think about the suffering you inflict on those who love you most, the suffering you cause me. Bishop (rebellion) You, dear sister. Did I hurt you? I remember you crying. Was it my fault? I didn't mean to hurt you. I am sorry. Persom. Excuse me. Yes. Sorry, don't get him. Humphrey! Oh, let's eat soup before it gets cold. Bishop. Very good, darling. But tell me Persom. You're like a kid, I can't trust you out of sight. No sooner had my back turned, how did you get this little marie shawl to sell the silver salt cellars. Bishop. Yes, salt cellars. It's a shame. Were you proud of them? Persom. I am proud of them for why they have been in our family for many years. Bishop. Yes, sorry, they were beautiful, but still, darling, you can eat porcelain salt just as well. Persom. Yes, or meat from the floor, I suppose. Oh, that fits that. And as for this old poor Mere Gringoire, I wonder if she had the audacity to send here again. The last time I saw her, I gave her such a conversation that it had to have some effect. Bishop. Yes! I offered to take her here for a day or two, but she seemed to think it might upset you. Bishop. And the bailiff, who is a very simple person, won't wait any longer for the lease, so-so-you see, I had to pay it. Persom. You had to pay. (gesture of comic despair). Bishop. yes, and you see, I didn't have any money, so I had to manage the salt cellars. I'm lucky I had them, aren't I? But I'm sorry I upset you. Persom. Oh, come on! Go on! You're incorrigible. You will sell your candlesticks further. Bishop (with real concern.) No, no sister, not my candlesticks. Persom. About! Why not? They'll pay someone rent I Bishop. You're good, sister, think about it, but, but. But. I don't want to sell them. You see, darling, my mother gave them to me on her deathbed right after you were born, and she asked me to keep them in memory of her, so I wanted to keep them, but maybe it's a sin to set up such a store by them? Persom. Brother, brother, you will develop my heart (with tears in my voice). At the same time! don't say anything else. Kiss me and give me your blessing. I'm going to bed. (they kiss) Bishop (making a sign of the cross and murmuring blessing) (Persom locks the closet door and going.) Persome. Don't sit down too long and tire your eyes. Bishop. No, darling! Good night! Bishop. (comes to the table and opens the book, then looks at the candlesticks) They will pay someone rent. It was partly her thinking about it. (He lights a fire, cuts a lamp, arranges some books and papers, sits down, restless, trembles slightly, watches outside blows 12, and he decides to read. Convict. If you call, you're dead! Bishop. But, my friend, as you can see, I'm reading. Why should I call? Can I help you anyway? Convicted (husky) I want a meal. I'm starving, I haven't eaten in three days. Give me food fast, quick, curse you. Bishop. But of course, my son, you'll have food. I'll ask my sister for the keys to the closet. (growth) (Bishop sits, smiles) None of this, my friend! I'm too old a bird to be caught with a chaff. You'd ask your sister for the keys, wouldn't you? Probable story! You'd wake up the house, too. Yes? Ha! Ha! Good joke indeed. Go where the food is. I don't need the keys. I have a wolf inside me tearing at my insides, tearing me; quickly, tell me where the food is. Bishop. I wish Persom didn't lock the closet. Come, my friend, you have nothing to fear. My sister and I are alone here. Convict. How would I know that? Bishop. Why I just told you. (The convict looks at the bishop for a long time.) Convict. Humphrey! I'll take my time. (Bishop, I'm going to the door of the river. But the mind! Play me false and as sure as there are devils in hell I will drive a knife through your heart. I have nothing to lose. Bishop. You have your soul to lose, my son, it matters more than my heart (at the door of the r. call) Persom, Persom. (The convict stands behind him with a ready-made knife.) Persom. (inside) Bishop. Here's a poor traveler who's hungry. If you don't undress you'll come and open the closet and I'll give him dinner. Persom. What, at this time of night? Beautiful business for real. Shouldn't we be sleeping now? but be on the back and call every ne'er-do-well, who happens to pass? Bishop. But, Persom, the traveler is hungry. Persom. Oh, very good, I'm coming. (Persom enters the river, she sees a knife in the hand of the convict) (scared) what he's doing with that knife. Bishop. A knife, you see, darling, maybe he might have thought I sold ours. (laughs gently) Persom. Brother, I'm scared. He looks at us like a wild animal. (except him) Convicted. Hurry up, I'm telling you. Give me food, or I'll put a knife in both of you and help myself. Bishop. Give me the keys, Persom (she gives them to him), and now, darling, you can go to bed. (Persom is going. Convict. Stop! None of you will leave this room while I. (She looks at the bishop.) Bishop. Persome, you're going to take this gentleman to your company for dinner. He obviously wants it. Persom. Very good, brother. (she sits down at the table, looking at the two) Bishop. Here's some cold pie, a bottle of wine and some bread. Convict. Put them on the table and stand under it so I can see you. (The bishop does this and opens the box to the table, choosing a knife and fork, looking at the knife in the hand of the convict). Convict. My knife is sharp. (He runs his finger on the edge and looks at them that is) And as for the fork (taking it) Faugh! steel (he throws it away) We don't use forks in prison. Convict. (cutting off a huge piece that he tears with his fingers like an animal. (he looks at the door) Why the devil you leave the window uns spattered and the door without a panel so that anyone can come in (closing them) bishop. That's why they stay open. Convict. Well, they're closed now! Bishop. (sighs) For the first time in thirty years. (The convict eats insatiably and throws the bone on the floor.) Persom. Oh, my cute clean floor! (The bishop lifts the bone and puts it on a plate.) Convict. Aren't you afraid of thieves? Bishop. I feel sorry for them. Convict. Sorry about them. Ha! Ha! Ha! (drinks from the bottle) Good option. Sorry about them. Ha! Ha! Ha! (drinks) What the hell are you doing? Convict. Ha! Ha! Ha! Bishop. Holy Virgin, Bishop. Well, I'm damned! Bishop. I hope you avoid it, son. Persome, you can leave us, this gentleman excuse you. Persom. Leave you with the bishop. You are welcome! My friend and I can speak more freely then. (By this time, because of his starving state, the wine had affected him). Convict. What is this? Leave us alone. Yes, yes, leave us alone. Good night. I want to talk to the bishop. Bishop. Ha! Ha! Bishop. Good night, Persome. (He keeps the door open and she exits R. holding her skirts as she passes the convict). Convict. Bishop. Ha! Ha! Well, I -- (suddenly very loud) d'you know what I am? Bishop. I think someone who suffered a lot. Convict. Suffered (puzzled) suffered? Oh, my God, yes. But that was a long time ago. Ha! Ha! It was when I was a man, now I am not a man; Now I have a number: number 15729 and I have lived in hell for ten years. Tell me about hell. Convict. Why? (suspiciously) you want to tell the police to set them up in my path. Bishop. No! I won't tell the police. Convicted (looks at him sincerely) I believe you (scratch your head), but damn me if I know why. Bishop. Tell me about the time before you went to hell. Convict. It's so long ago I forgot, but I had a small cottage, there were vines growing on it (dreamily) they looked pretty with the evening sun on them and, and- was the woman she was (thinking hard) - she must have been my wife-yes. Yes, I remember! she was sick, we had no food, I couldn't get a job, it was a bad year, and my wife, my Jeanette was sick, dying (pause), so I stole to buy her food, (a long pause bishop gently pats him on the arm) They caught me. I begged them, I told them why I stole, but they laughed at me and I was sentenced to ten years in prison for carcasses, (pause) ten years in hell. The night I was sentenced the gaoler told me, told me Jeanette was dead. Oh, damn them, damn them. God curses them all (he drowns on the table sobbing). Bishop. Now tell me about the prison ship, the hell. Convict. Tell you about it? Look, I was a man once. I am now a beast, and they have made me who I am. They chained me like a wild animal, they attacked me like a dog. I was fed on mud, covered with parasites, I slept on boards and complained. Then they attacked me again. Ten years, ten years. My god! They took my name, took my soul, and gave me the devil in its place, but once they were careless, once they forgot to chain their wild beast, and he escaped. He was free. That was six weeks ago. I was free, free to starve. Bishop. Starve? Convict. Yes, starve. They feed you in hell, but when you run away from it, you starve. They were hunting me everywhere, and I didn't have a passport or a name. So I stole again, I stole those rags, I stole my food daily, I slept in the woods, in barns, anywhere. I dare not ask for a job, I dare not go into town to ask, so I stole and they made me who I am, they made me a thief. God curses them all. (devastating the bottle and throwing it into the fireplace r. smashing it.) Bishop. My son, you've suffered a lot, but there's hope for everyone. Convict. I hope so! I hope so! Ha! Ha! Ha! Bishop. You've come a long way, you're tired. I lie down and sleep on the couch, and I'll make you a blanket. Convict. What if someone comes? Bishop. No one's coming, but if they do, you're not my friend? Convict. Your friend? Bishop. They won't molest a friend of the bishop. Convict. A friend of the bishop, (scratching his head utterly puzzled) Bishop. I'll get it. (Exit l.) Convict. (looking after him, scratching his head) Friend of the bishop! (he goes on fire to make himself and notices the candlesticks. He looks back to see if he's alone and takes them down, weighing them.) Silver, Lord, and heavy. What a prize! (He hears the bishop come and in a hurry drops one candle on the table) Bishop (sees what's going on, but goes to settle L. with coatings), you admire my candlesticks. I'm proud of them. They were a gift from my mother. Too beautiful for this poor cottage perhaps, but all I have to remind me of is it. Your bed is ready. Are you lying down now? Convict. Yes, yes, I'm going to lie down. (puzzled) Look here why the devil you ki-kind-for me. What do you want? Yes? Bishop. I want you to have a good sleep, my friend. Convict. I believe you want to draw me; save my soul, you don't call it? Well, that's not good, you see? I don't want any damn religion, and as for the Church, Bach! I hate the Church. Bishop. I'm sorry, my son, because the Church doesn't hate you. Convict. You're going to try to convert me. Oh, Ha! Ha! Good idea. Ha! Ha! Ha! No, no, Monsignor Bishop. I don't want your Faith, Hope and Mercy, you see? So everything you do for me, you do to the devil, you know? Bishop. Much needs to be done for the devil to do little for God. Convicted (angry) I don't want any damn religion I'm telling you. Bishop. You're not lying down now, it's too late. Convicted (grumble) Well all right, but I will not preach on, I-I (on the couch) Are you sure that no one will come? Bishop. I don't think they will, but if they do, you lock the door yourself. Convict. Humphrey! I wonder if it's safe, (he goes to the door and tries it, and then turns and sees the bishop holding the cover, annoying) Here! You're going to bed. I will cover myself (bishop hesitates) Go further, I tell you. Bishop. Good night, son. (Exit l.) (The convict waits until he is off and then tries the bishop's door). Convict. No lock, of course. Curse it. (looks back and sees candlesticks again) Hamf! I take another look at them (he takes them and toys with them) Worth the hundreds I will guarantee. If they turned into money, they'd start me fairly. Humphrey! The old man loves them too, said his mother gave them to him. His mother, yes. They didn't think of my mother when they sent me to hell. He was kind to me too, but what a bishop besides be kind to you. Here, lift your spirits, my heart, you become soft. God! wouldn't my chain mates laugh to see 15729 hesitating about the collar of the robbery because it felt good. Ok! Ha! Ha! My god! Ok! Ha! Ha! 15729 becomes soft. That's a good one. Ha! Ha! No, I'll take his candlesticks and go, if I stay here, he'll preach to me in the morning, and I'll be a little bit. Damn him and his sermons too. Here's it! (He takes candlesticks, them in the coat and gently goes out l. c., as he does, the door slams). Persome Persom Who's there? Who am I talking to? Should I stay up all night. Who am I talking to? (Enter R. Persom I'm sure I heard the door closed (looking around) Nobody here? Candlesticks, candlesticks. They're gone. Brother, brother, come out. Fire, murder, thieves! Bishop. What is it, darling, what is it? What's the matter? Persom. He's gone. The man with the hungry eyes left, and he took your candlesticks. Bishop. Not my candlesticks, sister certainly not those (he looks and sighs) that hard, very hard, I, I-He may have left me those. That's all I had. (almost breaks down.) Persom. Well, go and report it to the police. He couldn't have gone far. They'll catch him soon, and you'll get the candlesticks back. You don't deserve them though, leaving them with a man like that in the house. Bishop. You're right, Persome. It was my fault. I tempted him. Persom. Oh, that's nonsense! brought him into temptation indeed! This man is a thief, an ordinary scoundrel thief. I knew it the moment I saw him. Go and report to the police, or I will, (goes, but he stops her) Bishop. And he was sent back to prison (very gently) sent back to hell! No Persome. It's a simple punishment for me; I set up too big a store by them. It was a sin. My punishment is simple, but, God, it's hard, it's very difficult, (he buries his head in his hands). Persom. No, brother, you're wrong. If you don't tell the police, I'll tell you. I'm not going to stand by and see you get robbed. I know you're my brother, my bishop and the best man in all of France, but you're a fool. I'm telling you, child, and I'm not going to abuse your kindness. I'll go and let the police know, (goes) Bishop. Stop, Persome. The candles were mine, they are his now. So it's better. He needs them more than I do. Persom. But (big knock without). Sergeant (without) Monsignor, Monsignor, we have something for you, can we come in? Bishop. Enter, my son. (Enter the sergeant and three gendarmes with the convict bound. So they caught you, villain, didn't they? Sergeant. yes, madame, we found this scoundrel running along the road, and since he didn't report himself, we arrested him on suspicion. Holy Virgin, isn't he strong and isn't he fighting? While we were thrusting him, those candlesticks fell out of his pockets. Persome grabs them, goes to the table and brushes them with an apron with love.) I remembered the Monsignor Bishop's candlesticks, so we brought him here so you could identify them, and then we'll close it. (The Bishop and the Convict looked at each other. Bishop. But, but I don't understand, this gentleman is a very good friend of mine. Sergeant. Your Monsignor! Holy Virgin! Ok!!! Bishop. Yes, my friend, he did me the honor of sup with me for the night, and I-I gave him candlesticks. Sergeant (incredulous) did you give him your candlesticks? Holy Virgin! Bishop (strictly) Remember, my son, that she is a saint. Sergeant (welcome) Pardon, Monsignor. Bishop. And now I think you can let your prisoner go. Sergeant. But he won't show me his papers, he won't tell me who he is. Bishop. I told you he was my friend. Sergeant. Yes, it's all very well, but. He's a friend of your bishop, of course that's enough. Sergeant. Well, but. Of course? (Pause. Sergeant. I-I-Hamf! (his people) Loose prisoner (they do it) Right about turning, fast march! (The exit of the sergeant and gendarmes. Convicted (very slowly as in a dream) You told them you gave me candlesticks, gave me them. God! Persome (shaking his fist and hugging candlesticks to his chest) Oh, you're a scoundrel, you're a pathetic scoundrel, you come here and feed, and heats up, and you're a thief; steal from your benefactor. Oh, you're a black guard. Bishop. Persome, you're overworked. Go to your room. Persom. What, and leave you with him to be deceived again, maybe killed. No, I won't. Bishop (with light weight) Persom, leave us, I wish so. (She looks at him and then turns to her door.) Persom. Well, if I even have to go, I'll take the candlesticks with me. Bishop (more strictly) Persom, place the candlesticks on this table and leave us. I won't be Persom (causing) it! Bishop (loudly and with great weight) I, your bishop, command them. (Persom does it with great reluctance and exits p.) Convicted (shame) Monsigner, I am glad that I do not get off their face, curse me, I. I am glad I did not. Bishop. Now you're not sleeping here, you see that your bed is ready. Convict. No! No! No! I dare not, I dare not, besides I have to go on, I have to get to Paris, it's big and I-I can get lost there, they won't find me there, and I have to travel at night, you know? Bishop. I see you have to travel at night. Convict. I-I-I don't believe there was anything good in the world, one didn't do when one was in hell, but for some reason I-I know you're good and, and that's a strange thing to ask, but-but could you, you'd bless me before I go-I-I think it will help me. I- (hanging his head very shamefully) Bishop (Makes a sign of the cross and murmuring blessing). Convicted (trying to talk, but sobbing almost smothers him) Good night, (he rushes to the door) Bishop. Stay, my son, you've forgotten your property (giving him candlesticks). Convict. You mean me, do you want me to take them? Bishop. Please, they can help you. (The convict takes candlesticks in absolute amazement.) Bishop. And, my son. There is a way through The forest at the back of this cottage that leads to Paris is a very lonely way and I noticed that my good friends gendarmes don't like lonely paths at night. Curious. Convict. Thank you, thank you, Monsignor. I-I (he's sobbing) Oh! I'm a fool, a child crying, but somehow you made me feel like it's just as if something came in me, as if I were a man again, not a wild beast, (the door is open, and the convict stands in it) Bishop (putting his hand on his shoulder). Always remember, my son, that this poor body is the Temple of a Living God. Convicted (with great trepidation). The temple of a living God. I'll remember that. (Exit l. c.) (The bishop closes the door and quietly goes to Pridya in the window of the river, he sinks on his knees, and bows his head in prayer.) Printed in the UK by Butler and Tanner, Frome and London. 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