SAINT JOAN	169
looks round.   Finding himself alone, he calls for attend-
ance.
warwick, Hallo ;   some attendance here !
Hallo, there !   [Silence].  Hallo !  Brian, you young Wad
guard, where are yon ?    [Silence].   Guard!    [Silence]
They have all gone to see the burning; even that child*
The silence is broken by	ami
sobbing,
warwick .What in the devil's Game—!
The Chaplain	in	the	like c.
demented creature^ Ms face	the
piteous	that Warwick has	He	to thi
prisoner's stool^ and	it
sobs*
warwick [going to him	Mm on the
What Is If, Master John ?  What is the matter ?
the chaplain [clutching at his	My lord, my lord *
for Christ's sake pray for my wretched guilty soul
warwick [soothing him] Yes, yes; of course I wilt
Calmly, gently—
the chaplain [blubbering miserably] I am not a bad
my lord.
warwick. No_s no : not at all.
the chaplain. 1 meant no harm,  ! did not know
it would be like.
warwick [hardening] Oh I  You saw it, then 7
the chaplain* I did not know what I was doing* I tffi
a hotheaded fool; and I shall be damned to all eternity
for it.
warwick* Nonsense ! Very distressing* no doubt; but
it was not your doing.
THE chaplain [lamentably] I let them do it  If 1 had
known, I would have torn her from their hands. You
know : you havnt seen: it is so easy to talk wfaea you dont
know. You madden yourself with words: you         your-
self because it feels grand to throw oil on the flaming hell