Please control yourself. Here they are coming.
SALA (_returns with Felix_)
Now we"re all done.
FELIX
Thank you very much. I shall have to leave now.
IRENE
And to-morrow you are already going away again?
FELIX
Yes, Miss Herms.
IRENE
You"re also going toward the city now, Lieutenant, are you not? If you don"t object, I"ll take you along.
FELIX
That"s awfully kind of you.
SALA
What, Miss Herms...? This is a short visit indeed.
IRENE
Yes, I have still a few errands to do. For to-morrow I must return to the wilderness. And probably it will be some time before I get to Vienna again.--Well, Lieutenant?
FELIX
Good-by, Mr. Fichtner. And if I shouldn"t happen to see you again....
JULIAN
Oh, we"ll meet again.
IRENE
Now the people will say: look at the lieutenant with his mamma in tow.
(_She gives a last glance to Julian_)
SALA (_accompanies Irene and Felix up the steps to the terrace_)
JULIAN (_remains behind, walking back and forth; after a while he is joined by Sala_) Have you no doubt that your appeal to Count Ronsky will be effective?
SALA
I have already received definite a.s.surances from him, or I should never have aroused any hopes in Felix.
JULIAN
What caused you to do this, Sala?
SALA
My sympathy for Felix, I should say, and the fact that I like to travel in pleasant company.
JULIAN
And did it never occur to you, that the thought of losing him might be very painful to me?
SALA
What"s the use of that, Julian? It is only possible to lose what you possess. And you cannot possess a thing to which you have not acquired any right. You know that as well as I do.
JULIAN
Does not, in the last instance, the fact that you need somebody give you a certain claim on him?--Can"t you understand, Sala, that he represents my last hope?... That actually I haven"t got anything or anybody left but him?... That wherever I turn, I find nothing but emptiness?... That I am horrified by the loneliness awaiting me?
SALA
And what could it help you if he stayed? And even if he felt something like filial tenderness toward you, how could that help you?... How can he or anybody else help you?... You say that loneliness horrifies you?... And if you had a wife by your side to-day, wouldn"t you be lonely just the same?... Wouldn"t you be lonely even if you were surrounded by children and grandchildren?... Suppose you had kept your money, your fame and your genius--don"t you think you would be lonely for all that?... Suppose we were always attended by a train of bacchantes--nevertheless we should have to tread the downward path alone--we, who have never belonged to anybody ourselves. The process of aging must needs be a lonely one for our kind, and he is nothing but a fool who doesn"t in time prepare himself against having to rely on any human being.
JULIAN
And do you imagine, Sala, that you need no human being?
SALA
In the manner I have used them they will always be at my disposal. I have always been in favor of keeping at a certain distance. It is not my fault that other people haven"t realized it.
JULIAN
In that respect you are right, Sala. For you have never really loved anybody in this world.
SALA
Perhaps not. And how about you? No more than I, Julian.... To love means to live for the sake of somebody else. I don"t say that it is a more desirable form of existence, but I do think, at any rate, that you and I have been pretty far removed from it. What has that which one like us brings into the world got to do with love? Though it include all sorts of funny, hypocritical, tender, unworthy, pa.s.sionate things that pose as love--it isn"t love for all that.... Have we ever made a sacrifice by which our sensuality or our vanity didn"t profit?... Have we ever hesitated to betray or blackguard decent people, if by doing so we could gain an hour of happiness or of mere l.u.s.t?... Have we ever risked our peace or our lives--not out of whim or recklessness--but to promote the welfare of someone who had given all to us?... Have we ever denied ourselves an enjoyment unless from such denial we could at least derive some comfort?... And do you think that we could dare to turn to any human being, man or woman, with a demand that any gift of ours be returned? I am not thinking of pearls now, or annuities, or cheap wisdom, but of some piece of our real selves, some hour of our own existence, which we have surrendered to such a being without at once exacting payment for it in some sort of coin. My dear Julian, we have kept our doors open, and have allowed our treasures to be viewed--but prodigal with them we have never been. You no more than I. We may just as well join hands, Julian. I am a little less p.r.o.ne to complain than you are--that"s the whole difference.... But I am not telling you anything new. All this you know as well as I do. It is simply impossible for us not to know ourselves. Of course, we try at times conscientiously to deceive ourselves, but it never works. Our follies and rascalities may remain hidden to others--but never to ourselves. In our innermost souls we always know what to think of ourselves.--It"s getting cold, Julian. Let"s go indoors.
(_They begin to ascend the steps to the terrace_)
JULIAN
All that may be true, Sala. But this much you have to grant me. If there be anybody in the world who has no right to make us pay for the mistakes of our lives, it is a person who has us to thank for his own life.