When Mertoun has received his death-stroke and told his story, the tenderness comes out; the sullied image of his passionately loved sister not only recovers its appeal, but rises up before him in mute intolerable reproach; and Mildred has scarcely breathed her last in his arms when Tresham succumbs to the poison he has taken in remorse for his hasty act.

It is unlucky that this tragic climax, finely conceived as it is, is marred by the unconscious burlesque of his "Ah,--I had forgotten: I am dying." In such things one feels Browning's want of the unerring sureness of a great dramatist at the crucial moments of action.
Although not brilliantly successful on the boards, _A Blot in the 'Scutcheon_ made a deep impression upon the more competent part of the audience.

For Browning himself the most definite result was that Macready passed out of his life--for twenty years they never met--and that his most effective link with the stage was thus finally severed.
But his more distant and casual relations with it were partly balanced by the much enlarged understanding of dramatic effect which he had by this time won; and _A Blot in the 'Scutcheon_ was followed by a drama which attains a beauty and charm not far below that of _Pippa Passes_ under the conditions of a regular dramatic plot.

The ostensible subject of _Colombe's Birthday_ is a political crisis on the familiar lines;--an imperilled throne in the centre of interest, a background of vague oppression and revolt.

But as compared with _King Victor_ or _The Druses_ the dispute is harmless, the tumult of revolution easily overheard.