VAN ELST. What a life! What a life! Why don"t you do something? She can"t be allowed to lie there that way.
SOPHIE. Just a minute. [_She seizes Louise by the waist and lifts her from the floor. Van Elst a.s.sists her._]
SOPHIE. Nothing to worry about [_arranging Louise"s clothes_]. Now you lie here and you"ll be quite all right in a very short while. She gets that way quite frequently.
VAN ELST [_sinks into a chair_]. This is frightful.
SOPHIE [_confidentially_]. Madam drinks heavily in the afternoons and in the evening, too, when the master is here. Yes, and then they sing together and madam plays on that thing there. [_Points to the harp._]
It"s very nice sometimes.
VAN ELST. Who is the master?
SOPHIE. I don"t know, sir. But that"s what I"ve been told to call him.
VAN ELST. Are they happy together? Or do they sometimes quarrel?
SOPHIE. I don"t know. I don"t think so, for he"s very good and likes her very much.
VAN ELST. Madam never weeps or is sad? I ask these questions for madam"s sake.
SOPHIE. Oh, yes, she weeps sometimes. But it"s mostly when she hasn"t had a drink and feels out of sorts. But it"s soon cured when I fetch the wine.
VAN ELST. Then she occasionally thinks of her home. That may help us.
SOPHIE. May I suggest something, sir? [_She busies herself clearing off the table._] If I were you, I should go away quietly.
VAN ELST. Go away?
SOPHIE. For madam can"t bear men folks around her when she sobers up. If I were you, I"d go away.
VAN ELST. No, I"ll stay. If she"s sober after a while, perhaps she"ll be able to talk to me coherently.
SOPHIE. You must know best. But I warn you, madam can"t bear to have anybody else with her.
VAN ELST. What! Do you think I came for that purpose?
SOPHIE. Of course. You"re not trying to tell me that you came to read the newspaper with her.
VAN ELST. You keep your mouth shut. I"ve come to ask madam to return to her parents.
SOPHIE. Oh, that"s it, is it? You"re from the family. I see. Of course ... but she won"t go with you.
LOUISE [_dreaming aloud_]. William, William! He"s bolting. Help! Help!
Oh, the brown mare! Look! [_Sighs._]
SOPHIE. She"s delirious again. She goes on like that a lot. She was in a carriage with the master the other day, when the horse bolted. That"s what she always dreams about these days.
LOUISE. Ah, wait. I left my earrings at the doctor"s. Mother, mother, I love you so. [_She sighs heavily. A ring is heard below._]
VAN ELST. Ah, that"s Mr. Vennema. Open the door for him. It"s her father.
SOPHIE. Ought I let him in? He mustn"t see her in that condition.
VAN ELST. Please open the door.
SOPHIE. Oh, all right. [_She goes out._]
[_Van der Elst listens._]
LOUISE. Hopla, hopla, hopla....
[_Vennema and Sophie mount the stairs._]
SOPHIE [_to Vennema behind the portieres_]. Come this way, sir. You may come in.
[_Vennema comes in hesitating and stops at the door. He is a kindly country parson type, wholly gray, with a gray beard and mustache. He is wearing an ecclesiastical hat, a black coat and black trousers. He gazes about anxiously and finally his eyes light on Van der Elst. Van der Elst beckons to Vennema and indicates Louise on the couch. Sophie goes out._]
VAN ELST. There she is.
VENNEMA. Is she ill?
VAN ELST. No, that isn"t it. She"s dreaming. She"s very nervous. She was quite agitated a moment ago.
VENNEMA. What did she say?
VAN ELST. She wouldn"t listen to me. She insisted on speaking of other things. As a matter of fact; she acted very queerly.
LOUISE. First prize ... splendid.
VENNEMA. What"s the matter with her?
VAN ELST. I don"t know. Nerves perhaps.
VENNEMA. Has she had a fainting spell?
VAN ELST. Don"t worry about it. She"ll be better in a little while.
VENNEMA [_noticing the bottles_]. Is she...?
VAN ELST. I don"t know.
VENNEMA. Couldn"t you tell? You may tell me.
VAN ELST. Yes; I think a little.
VENNEMA. That hurts. I never thought she would allow herself to get into such a state. Has she been this way for a long time?
VAN ELST. About ten minutes, I should say. But she"ll be quite all right in a little while.