(_She keeps on playing the organ, but makes no reply. The_ MATE'S _face appears again through the skylight._)
(KEENEY _turns his back on his wife and strides to the doorway, where he stands for a moment and looks back at her in anguish, fighting to control his feelings._)
KEENEY (_his face suddenly grown hard with determination_). Aye.
(_He turns abruptly and goes out._ MRS. KEENEY _does not appear to notice his departure. Her whole attention seems centred in the organ. She sits with half-closed eyes, her body swaying a little from side to side to the rhythm of the hymn. Her fingers move faster and faster and she is playing wildly and discordantly as the Curtain falls._)
[Footnote 1: Included by special permission of the publishers, Messrs. Gowans and Gray, Glasgow.]
MARY STEWART MORAG CAMERON DUGALD STEWART CAPTAIN SANDEMAN ARCHIBALD CAMPBELL JAMES MACKENZIE
SCENE: _Interior of a lonely cottage on the road from Struan to Rannoch in North Perthshire._
MORAG _is restlessly moving backwards and forwards. The old woman is seated on a low stool beside the peat fire in the centre of the floor._
_The room is scantily furnished and the women are poorly clad. MORAG is barefooted. At the back is the door that leads to the outside. On the left of the door is a small window. On the right side of the room there is a door that opens into a barn. MORAG stands for a moment at the window, looking out._
MARY STEWART. Is the snow still coming down?
MORAG. It is that, then--dancing and swirling with the wind too, and never stopping at all. Aye, and so black I cannot see the other side of the road.
(MORAG _moves across the floor and stops irresolutely. She is restless, expectant._)
MORAG. Will I be putting the light in the window?
MARY STEWART. Why should you be doing that? You have not heard his call (_turns eagerly_), have you?
MORAG (_with sign of head_). No, but the light in the window would show him all is well.
MARY STEWART. It would not, then! The light was to be put there _after_ we had heard the signal.
MORAG. But on a night like this he may have been calling for long and we never hear him.
MARY STEWART. Do not be so anxious, Morag. Keep to what he says. Put more peat on the fire now and sit down.