"Are you here, Jessica ?" "I am here, father," is the reply.

"Shall we have lights ?" "As you will." Even as they speak a servant enters, and lighted candles are put upon the table.

They are alone again.

Both are pale.

The girl stands very still, and so quiet is her face, one could never guess that she is passing, through the tragic moment of her life.
"What is your answer, Jessica ?" he asks.