"Nothing diverts him.

O, if he would but attach himself to any living thing, were it an animal--for something man must love." [Enter Tobias (Goll) from the hut.] He cries, "O, how refreshing, after seven long weeks, to feel these warm sunbeams once again.

Thanks, bounteous heaven, for the joy I taste!" He presses his cap between his hands, looks up and prays.

The Stranger eyes him attentively.
Francis to the Stranger.

"This old man's share of earthly happiness can be but little.