Olive _comes slowly down the stairs and enters._

_Paul_ (_seizing her in his arms_). Oh, my poor lass, what is this
that hath come to thee?

_Olive._ This is what thou feared when we parted, Paul, and more.

_Paul._ I but heard of it as I came through Salem on my way hither.
Oh, 'tis devilish work!

_Olive._ They let me loose, but father and mother are in Salem
jail.

_Paul._ Poor lass!

_Olive._ Can you do naught to help them, Paul?

_Paul._ Olive, I will help them, if there be any justice or
unclouded minds left in the colony.

_Olive._ Thou art in truth here, Paul; it is thy voice.

_Paul._ Whose voice should it be, dear heart?

_Olive._ I know not. For a week I have thought I heard so many
voices. The air seemed full of voices a-calling me, but I heeded
them not, Paul. I kept all the time at prayer and heeded them not.

_Paul._ Of course thou didst not. There were no voices to heed.