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Page 71
MOTHER. She means her husband.
MAID. Yes. The master of the house, her husband.
MOTHER. He went out a little while ago.
(The STRANGER comes in.)
STRANGER. Has the child been born?
MOTHER. No. Not yet.
STRANGER (putting his hand to his forehead). What? Can it take so
long?
MOTHER. Long? What do you mean?
STRANGER (looking about him). I don't know what I mean. How is it
with the mother?
MOTHER. She's just the same.
STRANGER. The same?
MOTHER. Don't you want to get back to your gold making?
STRANGER. I can't make head or tail of it! But there's still hope
my worst dream was nothing but a dream.
MOTHER. You really look as if you were walking in your sleep.
STRANGER. Do I? Oh, I wish I were! The one thing I fear I'd fear no
longer.
MOTHER. He who guides your destiny seems to know your weakest
spots.
STRANGER. And when there was only one left, he found that too;
happily for me only in a dream! Blind Powers! Powerless Ones!
MAID (coming in again). The lady asks you to do her a service.
STRANGER. There she lies like an electric eel, giving shocks from a
distance. What kind of service is it to be now?
MAID. There's a letter in the pocket of her green coat.
STRANGER. No good will come of that! (He takes the letter out of
the green coat, which is hanging near the dress by fireplace.) I
must be dead. I dreamed this, and now it's happening. My children
have a stepfather!
MOTHER. Who are you going to blame?
STRANGER. Myself! I'd rather blame no one. I've lost my children.
MOTHER. You'll get a new one here.
STRANGER. He might be cruel to them. ...
MOTHER. Then their sufferings will burden your conscience, if you
have one.
STRANGER. Supposing he were to beat them?
MOTHER. Do you know what I'd do in your place?
STRANGER. Yes, I know what you'd do; but I don't know what I'll do.
MOTHER (to the Sisters of Mercy). Pray for this man!
STRANGER. No, no. Not that! It'll do no good, and I don't believe
in prayer.
MOTHER. But you believe in your gold?
STRANGER. Not even in that. It's over. All over!
(The MIDWIFE comes out of the bedroom.)
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