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Page 54
LADY. Haven't you tried in vain to leave this place six times?
STRANGER. Yes. But the seventh, I'll succeed.
LADY. Then try!
STRANGER. You say that as if you were convinced I'd fail.
LADY. I am.
STRANGER. Plague me in some other way, dear fury.
LADY. Well, I can.
STRANGER. A new way! Try to say something ill-natured that 'the
other one's' not said already.
LADY. Your first wife's 'the other one.' How tactful to remind me
of her.
STRANGER. Everything that lives and moves, everything that's dead
and cold, reminds me of what's gone. ...
LADY. Until the being comes, who can wipe out the darkness of the
past and bring light.
STRANGER. You mean the child we're expecting!
LADY. Our child!
STRANGER. Do you love it?
LADY. I began to to-day.
STRANGER. To-day? Why, what's happened? Five months ago you wanted
to run off to the lawyers and divorce me; because I wouldn't take
you to a quack who'd kill your unborn child.
LADY. That was some time ago. Things have changed now.
STRANGER. Why now? (He looks round as if expecting something.) Now?
Has the post come?
LADY. You're still more cunning than I am. But the pupil will
outstrip the master.
STRANGER. Were there any letters for me?
LADY. No.
STRANGER. Then give me the wrapper?
LADY. What made you guess?
STRANGER. Give the wrapper, if your conscience can make such fine
distinctions between it and the letter.
LADY (picking up the letter-bag, which she has hidden behind the
seat). Look at this! (The STRANGER takes the photograph, looks at
it carefully, and puts it in his breast-pocket.) What was it?
STRANGER. The past.
LADY. Was it beautiful?
STRANGER. Yes. More beautiful than the future can ever be.
LADY (darkly). You shouldn't have said that.
STRANGER. No, I admit it. And I'm sorry. ...
LADY. Tell me, are you capable of suffering?
STRANGER. Now, I suffer twice; because I feel when you're
suffering. And if I wound you in self-defence, it's I who gets
fever from the wound.
LADY. That means you're at my mercy?
STRANGER. No. Less now than ever, because you're protected by the
innocent being you carry beneath your heart.
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