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Page 113
STRANGER. You see! You can often explain most if you don't ask
who's to blame. For when married people begin to differ, it's like
a realm divided against itself, and that's the worst kind of
disharmony.
TEMPTER. There are moments when I think a woman cannot love a man.
STRANGER. Perhaps not. To love is an active verb and woman's a
passive noun. He loves and she is loved; he asks questions and she
merely answers.
TEMPTER. Then what is woman's love?
STRANGER. The man's.
TEMPTER. Well said. And therefore when the man ceases to love her,
she severs herself from him!
STRANGER. And then?
TEMPTER. 'Sh! Someone's coming. Perhaps to take the house!
STRANGER. A woman or a man?
TEMPTER. A woman! And a man. But he's waiting outside. Now he's
turned and is going into the wood. Interesting!
STRANGER. Who is it?
TEMPTER. You can see for yourself.
STRANGER (looking out of the window). It's she! My first wife! My
first love!
TEMPTER. It seems she's left her second husband recently ... and
arrived here with number three; who, if one can judge by certain
movements of his back and calves, is escaping from a stormy scene.
Oh, well! But she didn't notice his spiteful intentions. Very
interesting! I'll go out and listen.
(He disappears. The WOMAN knocks.)
STRANGER. Come in!
(The WOMAN comes in. There is a silence.)
WOMAN (excitedly). I only came here because the house was to let.
STRANGER. Oh!
WOMAN (slowly). Had I known who wanted to let it, I shouldn't have
come.
STRANGER. What does it matter?
WOMAN. May I sit down a moment? I'm tired.
STRANGER. Please do. (They sit down at the table opposite one
another, in the seats occupied by the STRANGER and the LADY in the
first scene.) It's a long time since we've sat facing one another
like this.
WOMAN. With flowers and lights on the table. One night ...
STRANGER. When I was dressed as a bridegroom and you as a bride ...
WOMAN. And the candle flames were still as in prayer and the
flowers pensive. ...
STRANGER. Is your husband outside?
WOMAN. No.
STRANGER. You're still seeking ... what doesn't exist?
WOMAN. Doesn't it?
STRANGER. No. I always told you so, but you wouldn't believe me;
you wanted to find out for yourself. Have you found out now?
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