BEGGAR. No. No one can. Let us go on.
STRANGER. Where to?
BEGGAR. Come with me.
Curtain.
SCENE III
THE "ROSE" ROOM
[The LADY, dressed in white, is sitting by the cradle doing crochet work. The green dress is hanging up by the door on the right. The STRANGER comes in, and looks round in astonishment.]
LADY (simply, mildly, without a trace of surprise). Tread softly and come here, if you"d see something lovely.
STRANGER. Where am I?
LADY. Quiet! Look at the little stranger who came when you were away.
STRANGER. They told me the river had risen and swept everything off.
LADY. Why do you believe everything you"re told? The river did rise, but this little creature has someone who protects both her and hers.
Wouldn"t you like to see your daughter? (The STRANGER goes towards the cradle. The LADY lifts the curtain.) She"s lovely! Isn"t she? (The STRANGER gazes darkly in front of him.) Won"t you look?
STRANGER. Everything"s poisoned. Everything!
LADY. Well, perhaps!
STRANGER. Do you know that he has lost his wits and is wandering in the neighbourhood, followed by his sister, who"s searching for him? He"s penniless, and drinking....
LADY. Oh, my G.o.d!
STRANGER. Why don"t you reproach me?
LADY. You"ll reproach yourself enough: I"d rather give you good advice.
Go to the Convent of St. Saviour"s, there you"ll find a man who can free you from the evil you fear.
STRANGER. What, in the convent, where they curse and bind?
LADY. And deliver also!
STRANGER. Frankly, I think you"re trying to deceive me; I don"t trust you any more.
LADY. Nor I, you! So look on this as your farewell visit.
STRANGER. That was my intention; but first I wanted to find out if we"re of the same mind....
LADY. You see, we can build no happiness on the sorrows of others; so we must part. That"s the only way to lessen his sufferings. I have my child, who"ll fill my life for me; and you have the great goal of your ambition....
STRANGER. Will you still mock me?
LADY. No, why? You"ve solved the great problem.
STRANGER. Be quiet! No more of that, even if you believe it.
LADY. But if all the rest believe it too....
STRANGER. No one believes it now.
LADY. It says in the paper to-day that gold"s been made in England. That it"s been proved possible.
STRANGER. You"ve been deceived.
LADY. No! Oh, heaven, he won"t believe his own good fortune.
STRANGER. I no longer believe anything.
LADY. Get the newspaper from the pocket of my dress over there.
STRANGER. The green witch"s dress, that laid a spell on me one Sunday afternoon, between the inn and the church door! That"ll bring no good.
LADY (fetching the paper herself and also a large parcel that is in the pocket of the dress). See for yourself.
STRANGER (tearing up the paper). No need for me to look!
LADY. He won"t believe it. He won"t. Yet the chemists want to give a banquet in your honour next Sat.u.r.day.
STRANGER. Is that in the paper too? About the banquet?
LADY (handing him the packet). And here"s the diploma of honour. Read it!
STRANGER (tearing up the packet). Perhaps there"s a Government Order too!
LADY. Those whom the G.o.ds would destroy they first make blind! You made your discovery with no good intentions, and therefore you weren"t permitted to be the only one to succeed.
STRANGER. Now I shall go. For I won"t stay here and lay bare my shame!
I"ve become a laughing-stock, so I"ll go and hide myself--bury myself alive, because I don"t dare to die.
LADY. Then go! We start for the colonies in a few days.
STRANGER. That"s frank at least! Perhaps we"re nearing a solution.
LADY. Of the riddle: why we had to meet?
STRANGER. Why did we have to?
LADY. To torture one another.