Christine. Who’s walking about upstairs?

John. I don’t know—perhaps Clara.

Christine. [Goes.] I suppose it can’t be the Count who’s come back without anyone having heard him?

John. [Nervously.] No, I don’t think so, because then he’d have rung already.

Christine. Yes. God knows. I’ve gone through the likes of this before. [Exit to the right. The sun has risen in the meanwhile and gradually illuminates the tops of the trees outside, the light grows gradually deeper till it falls slanting on the window. JOHN goes to the glass door and makes a sign.]

Julie. [Comes in in traveling dress, with a small bird cage covered with a handkerchief, and places it on a chair.] I’m ready now.

John. Hush! Christine is awake.

Julie. [Extremely excited in the following scene.] Did she have any idea?

John. She knows nothing. But, my God! What a sight you look.

Julie. What! How’d I look?

John. You’re as white as a corpse and, pardon my saying it, your face is dirty.

Julie. Then give me some water to wash—all right. [She goes to the washing-stand and washes her face and hands.] Give me a towel. Ah! the sun has risen.

John. And then the hobgoblin flies away.

Julie. Yes, a goblin has really been at work last night. Listen to me. Come with me. I’ve got the needful, John.

John. [Hesitating.] Enough?

Julie. Enough to start on. Come with me, I can’t travel alone to-day. Just think of it.