STRANGER. No. It chafes me. And so does the coat. If it weren"t that I wanted to please you, I"d have thrown them all into the river. When I walk here in the neighbourhood, do you know that people call me the doctor? They must take me for your husband, the werewolf. And I"m unlucky. If I ask who planted some tree: they say, the doctor. If I ask to whom the green fish basket belongs: they say, the doctor. And if it isn"t his then it belongs to the doctor"s wife. That is, to you! This confusion between him and me makes my visit unbearable. I"d like to go away....
LADY. Haven"t you tried in vain to leave this place six times?
STRANGER. Yes. But the seventh, I"ll succeed.
LADY. Then try!
STRANGER. You say that as if you were convinced I"d fail.
LADY. I am.
STRANGER. Plague me in some other way, dear fury.
LADY. Well, I can.
STRANGER. A new way! Try to say something ill-natured that "the other one"s" not said already.
LADY. Your first wife"s "the other one." How tactful to remind me of her.
STRANGER. Everything that lives and moves, everything that"s dead and cold, reminds me of what"s gone....
LADY. Until the being comes, who can wipe out the darkness of the past and bring light.
STRANGER. You mean the child we"re expecting!
LADY. Our child!
STRANGER. Do you love it?
LADY. I began to to-day.
STRANGER. To-day? Why, what"s happened? Five months ago you wanted to run off to the lawyers and divorce me; because I wouldn"t take you to a quack who"d kill your unborn child.
LADY. That was some time ago. Things have changed now.
STRANGER. Why now? (He looks round as if expecting something.) Now? Has the post come?
LADY. You"re still more cunning than I am. But the pupil will outstrip the master.
STRANGER. Were there any letters for me?
LADY. No.
STRANGER. Then give me the wrapper?
LADY. What made you guess?
STRANGER. Give the wrapper, if your conscience can make such fine distinctions between it and the letter.
LADY (picking up the letter-bag, which she has hidden behind the seat).
Look at this! (The STRANGER takes the photograph, looks at it carefully, and puts it in his breast-pocket.) What was it?
STRANGER. The past.
LADY. Was it beautiful?
STRANGER. Yes. More beautiful than the future can ever be.
LADY (darkly). You shouldn"t have said that.
STRANGER. No, I admit it. And I"m sorry....
LADY. Tell me, are you capable of suffering?
STRANGER. Now, I suffer twice; because I feel when you"re suffering. And if I wound you in self-defence, it"s I who gets fever from the wound.
LADY. That means you"re at my mercy?
STRANGER. No. Less now than ever, because you"re protected by the innocent being you carry beneath your heart.
LADY. He shall be my avenger.
STRANGER. Or mine!
LADY (tearfully). Poor little thing. Conceived in sin and shame, and born to avenge by hate.
STRANGER. It"s a long time since I"ve heard you speak like that.
LADY. I dare say.
STRANGER. That was the voice that first drew me to you; it was like that of a mother speaking to her child.
LADY. When you say "mother" I feel I can only believe good of you; but a moment after I say to myself: it"s only one more of your ways of deceiving me.
STRANGER. What ill have I ever really done you? (The LADY is uncertain what to reply.) Answer me. What ill have I done you?
LADY. I don"t know.
STRANGER. Then invent something. Say to me: I hate you, because I can"t deceive you.
LADY. Can"t I? Oh, I"m sorry for you.
STRANGER. You must have poison in the pocket of your dress.
LADY. Well, I have!
STRANGER. What can it be? (Pause.) Who"s that coming down the road?
LADY. A harbinger.