_[Enter Man and his Wife. He has, a beautiful proud head, bright eyes, a high forehead, dark eyebrows parting at the root of the nose like two bold wrings, and wavy black hair carelessly tossed back. A low, white, turndown collar reveals a well-formed neck and part of his chest. He is light and quick in his movements, like a young animal._ MAN Nothing again. I'll lie down and remain in bed the whole day. Anyone wanting me will have to come here. I can't go to him. I'll stay in bed the whole of to-morrow too. WIFE Are you tired? MAN Yes, I'm tired and hungry. I could eat a whole ox, like the Homeric hero, but I shall have to content myself with a piece of hard bread. Don't you know that a man can't live all the time on bread alone? I want to tear, bite, chew! WIFE I'm sorry for you, dear. MAN I'm sorry for myself, but that doesn't satisfy my hunger. I stood a whole hour in front of a restaurant to-day, looking at the chickens, pastry, and sausages, as people look at works of art. And then the signs. They describe ham so well that you could eat sign and all. WIFE I like ham too. MAN Who doesn't like ham? How about lobster? Do you like lobster? WIFE Yes. MAN You should have seen the lobster I saw. It was a painted one, but it was even more beautiful than a live one. Red like a cardinal, majestic, stern. You could kneel down and do homage to it. I think I could eat two such cardinals and a priest of a carp besides. WIFE _(sadly)_ You didn't see my flowers, did you? MAN Flowers? You can't eat flowers, can you? WIFE You don't love me. MAN _(kisses her)_ Excuse me, but really I'm so hungry. Look, my hands are trembling and I haven't even the strength to throw a stone at a dog. WIFE _(kisses his hand)_ My poor husband! MAN Where do those leaves, on the floor come from? They smell so good. Is that your work too? WIFE No, the neighbors must have done it. MAN Fine people our neighbors are. It's strange, there are so many good people in the world, and yet a man can die of hunger. Why is it? WIFE You've turned so sad. Your face is growing pale. What is the matter? Do you see anything? MAN Yes, as I was joking, the terrible image of poverty glided in front of me and stopped there, in the corner. Do you see it? Arms stretched out in complaint, a child abandoned in the woods, a praying voice, and the stillness of a human desert. Help! No one hears. Help, I'm dying! No one hears. Look, wife, look! See the dark, gloomy shadows there, quivering and rising like black smoke from a long, terrible chimney leading into hell. Look! And I'm in the midst of them! WIFE I'm afraid. I can't look in that dark corner. Did you see all that in the street? MAN Yes, I saw it in the street, and soon it'll be that way with us. WIFE No, God will not permit it. MAN Then why does He permit it to happen to others? WIFE We're better than others. We are good people. We never offend Him. MAN You think so? I do a lot of swearing. WIFE