DOCTOR. Yes. He"s free to wander in the garden and arrange creation. But if his presence disquiets you, we can shut him up.
STRANGER. Why aren"t such poor devils put out of--their misery?
DOCTOR. It"s hard to know whether they"re ripe....
STRANGER. What for?
DOCTOR. For what"s to come.
STRANGER. There _is_ nothing. (Pause.)
DOCTOR. Who knows!
STRANGER. I feel strangely uneasy. Have you medical material...
specimens... dead bodies?
DOCTOR. Oh yes. In the ice-box--for the authorities, you know. (He pulls out an arm and leg.) Look here.
STRANGER. No. Too much like Bluebeard!
DOCTOR (sharply). What do you mean by that? (Looking at the LADY.) Do you think I kill my wives?
STRANGER. Oh no. It"s clear you don"t. Is this house haunted, too?
DOCTOR. Oh yes. Ask my wife.(He disappears behind the wood pile where neither the STRANGER nor the LADY can see him.)
LADY. You needn"t whisper, my husband"s deaf. Though he can lip read.
STRANGER. Then let me say that I"ve never known a more painful half-hour. We exchange the merest commonplaces, because none of us has the courage to say what he thinks. I suffered so that the idea came to me of opening my veins to get relief. But now I"d like to tell him the truth and have done with it. Shall we say to his face that we mean to go away, and that you"ve had enough of his foolishness?
LADY. If you talk like that I"ll begin to hate you. You must behave under any circ.u.mstances.
STRANGER. How well brought up you are! (The DOCTOR now becomes visible to the STRANGER and the LADY, who continue their conversation.) Come away with me, before the sun goes down. (Pause.) Tell me, why did you kiss me yesterday?
LADY. But....
STRANGER. Supposing he could hear what we say! I don"t trust him.
DOCTOR. What shall we do to amuse our guest?
LADY. He doesn"t care much for amus.e.m.e.nt. His life"s not been happy.
(The DOCTOR blows a whistle. The MADMAN comes into the garden. He wears a laurel wreath and his clothes are curious.)
DOCTOR. Come here, Caesar.
STRANGER (displeased). What? Is he called Caesar?
DOCTOR. No. It"s a nickname I gave him, to remind me of a boy I was at school with.
STRANGER (disturbed). Oh?
DOCTOR. He was involved in a strange incident, and I got all the blame.
LADY (to the STRANGER). You"d never believe a boy could have been so corrupt.
(The STRANGER looks distressed. The MADMAN comes nearer.)
DOCTOR. Caesar, come and make your bow to our famous writer.
CAESAR. Is this the great man?
LADY (to the DOCTOR). Why did you let him come, if it annoys our guest?
DOCTOR. Caesar, you must behave. Or I shall have to whip you.
CAESAR. Yes. He is Caesar, but he"s not great. He doesn"t even know which came first, the hen or the egg. But I do.
STRANGER (to the LADY). I shall go. Is this a trap? What am I to think?
In a minute he"ll unloose his bees to amuse me.
LADY. Trust me... whatever happens! And turn your face away when you speak.
STRANGER. This werewolf never leaves us.
DOCTOR (looking at his watch). You must excuse me for about an hour.
I"ve a patient to visit. I hope the time won"t hang on your hands.
STRANGER. I"m used to waiting, for what never comes....
DOCTOR (to the MADMAN). Come along, Caesar. I must lock you up in the cellar. (He goes out with the MADMAN.)
STRANGER (to the LADY). What does that mean? Someone"s pursuing me! You told me your husband was well disposed towards me, and I believed you.
But he can"t open his mouth without wounding me. Every word p.r.i.c.ks like a goad. Then this funeral march... it"s really being played! And here, once more, Christmas roses! Why does everything follow in an eternal round? Dead bodies, beggars, madmen, human destinies and childhood memories? Come away. Let me free you from this h.e.l.l.
LADY. That"s why I brought you here. Also that it could never be said you"d stolen the wife of another. But one thing I must ask you: can I put my trust in you?
STRANGER. You mean in my feelings?
LADY. I don"t speak of them. We"re taking them for granted. They"ll endure as long as they"ll endure.
STRANGER. You mean in my position? Large sums are owed me. All I have to do is to write or telegraph....
LADY. Then I will trust you. (Putting away her work.) Now go straight out of that door. Follow the syringa hedge till you find a gate. We"ll meet in the next village.
STRANGER (hesitating). I don"t like leaving the back way. I"d rather have fought it out with him here.
LADY. Quick!