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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 pricks 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 hell.
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!
STRANGER. Won't you come with me?
LADY. Yes. But then I must go first. (She turns and blows a kiss
towards the verandah.) My poor werewolf!
SCENE III
ROOM IN AN HOTEL
[The STRANGER enters followed by the LADY. A WAITER.]
STRANGER (who is carrying a suitcase). Is no other room free?
WAITER. No.
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