But who was the elderly man with the eyegla.s.s?
BEGGAR. Your father-in-law!
STRANGER. Who got up this hoax?
BEGGAR. It"s no hoax, it"s quite serious. The professor came on behalf of the Society, for so they call themselves, and asked you whether you"d accept the fete. You accepted it; so it became serious!
(Two dirty-looking women carry in a dust-bin suspended from a stick and set it down on the high table.)
FIRST WOMAN. If you"re the man who makes gold, you might buy two brandies for us.
STRANGER. What"s this mean?
BEGGAR. It"s the last part of the reception; and it"s supposed to mean that gold"s mere rubbish.
STRANGER. If only that were true, rubbish could be exchanged for gold.
BEGGAR. Well, it"s only the philosophy of the Society of Drunkards. And you"ve got to take your philosophy where you find it.
SECOND WOMAN (sitting down next to the STRANGER). Do you recognise me?
STRANGER. No.
SECOND WOMAN. Oh, you needn"t be embarra.s.sed so late in the evening as this!
STRANGER. You believe you"re one of my victims? That I was amongst the first hundred who seduced you?
SECOND WOMAN. No. It"s not what you think. But I once came across a printed paper, when I was about to be confirmed, which said that it was a duty to oneself to give way to all desires of the flesh. Well, I grew free and blossomed; and this is the fruit of my highly developed self!
STRANGER (rising). Perhaps I may go now?
WAITRESS (coming over with a bill). Yes. But the bill must be paid first.
STRANGER. What? By me? I haven"t ordered anything.
WAITRESS. I know nothing of that; but you"re the last of the company to have had anything.
STRANGER (to the BEGGAR). Is this all a part of the reception?
BEGGAR. Yes, certainly. And, as you know, everything costs money, even honour....
STRANGER (taking a visiting card and handing it to the waitress).
There"s my card. You"ll be paid to-morrow.
WAITRESS (putting the card in the dust-bin). Hm! I don"t know the name; and I"ve put a lot of such cards into the dust-bin. I want the money.
BEGGAR. Listen, madam, I"ll guarantee this man will pay.
WAITRESS. So you"d like to play tricks on me too! Officer! One moment, please.
POLICEMAN. What"s all this about? Payment, I suppose. Come to the station; we"ll arrange things there. (He writes something in his note-book.)
STRANGER. I"d rather do that than stay here and quarrel.... (To the BEGGAR.) I don"t mind a joke, but I never expected such cruel reality as this.
BEGGAR. Anything"s to be expected, once you challenge persons as powerful as you have! Let me tell you this in confidence. You"d better be prepared for worse, for the very worst!
STRANGER. To think I"ve been so duped... so...
BEGGAR. Feasts of Belshazzar always end in one way a hand"s stretched out--and writes a bill. And another hand"s laid on the guest"s shoulder and leads him to the police station! But it must be done royally!
POLICEMAN (laying his hand on the STRANGER). Have you talked enough?
THE WOMEN and RAGGED ONES. The alchemist can"t pay. Hurrah! He"s going to gaol. He"s going to gaol!
SECOND WOMAN. Yes, but it"s a shame.
STRANGER. You"re sorry for me? I thank you for that, even if I don"t quite deserve it! _You_ felt pity for me!
SECOND WOMAN. Yes. That"s also something I learnt from you.
(The scene is changed without lowering the curtain. The stage is darkened, and a medley of scenes, representing landscapes, palaces, rooms, is lowered and brought forward; so that characters and furniture are no longer seen, but the STRANGER alone remains visible and seems to be standing stiffly as though unconscious. At last even he disappears, and from the confusion a prison cell emerges.)
SCENE II
PRISON CELL
[On the right a door; and above it a barred opening, through which a ray of sunlight is shining, throwing a patch of light on the left-hand wall, where a large crucifix hangs.]
[The STRANGER, dressed in a brown cloak and wearing a hat, is sitting at the table looking at the patch of sunlight. The door is opened and the BEGGAR is let in.]
BEGGAR. What are you brooding over?
STRANGER. I"m asking myself why I"m here; and then: where I was yesterday?
BEGGAR. Where do you think?
STRANGER. It seems in h.e.l.l; unless I dreamed everything.
BEGGAR. Then wake up now, for this is going to be reality.
STRANGER. Let it come. I"m only afraid of ghosts.
BEGGAR (taking out a newspaper). Firstly, the great authority has withdrawn the certificate he gave you for making gold. He says, in this paper, that you deceived him. The result is that the paper calls you a charlatan!
STRANGER. O G.o.d! What is it I"m fighting?
BEGGAR. Difficulties, like other men.