No, but I don't know that I shall have a chance of coming back again.... Just help me lift the wallet on my shoulder.... THE MISER (_Helping him with the wallet_.) There you are! TYLTYL (_Staggering under the load_.) I say, what a weight gold is! THE MISER Don't I know it?... Have you far to go? TYLTYL I really can't tell. THE MISER What's the weather like outside? TYLTYL It was bright sunshine. THE MISER One wouldn't think it in here.... Fancy, it's years since I've looked at the sky or the green trees!... But you can't breathe under the weight of your bag, you poor little man!... Come, kiss me good-bye: there's no knowing when we shall meet again.... Thanks for the pleasant time you have given me and especially for waking me up.... I shall make the most of my remaining days.... TYLTYL Which is the way out? THE MISER That way, I suppose. (TYLTYL _steps forward through the arch. The doors at once slide and close behind him and he is left standing alone, in the dark, in front of the great shut door_.) TYLTYL It's dark.... I'm all alone.... Where am I?... Where am I to go? DESTINY (_Looming up out of the shadow_.) This way! TYLTYL Hullo! You're there, are you? I thought you had deserted me.... DESTINY (_Grasping his hand_.) I was here all the time.... I never lose sight of you.... TYLTYL Yes, but, I say, don't walk so fast!... My bag's frightfully heavy.... It would be much kinder of you if you helped me to carry it a little, instead of making me rush along like this.... DESTINY I am not man's servant.... Forward, forward, forward!... (_They go out_.) SCENE IV _A Closet in the Fairy's Palace_ _A sort of waiting-room or lumber-room containing the principal accessories of the Tales of Mother Goose: Cinderella's pumpkin and glass slipper; Red Ridinghood's cake and bowl; Hop-o'-my-Thumb's pebbles; the Ogre's daughters' golden crowns; the Sleeping Beauty's distaff and snake-tub; the Giant's seven-leagued hoots; Blue Beard's key; the Blue Bird in his silver cage; and, hanging from the wall, Catskin's weather-coloured, moon-coloured and sun-coloured dresses. All these things look rather tawdry in the grey and unbecoming light_. TYLTYL'S _seven little friends are locked up in this room. In the same unsympathetic light they look much less pretty than when they entered the cottage and they seem rather tired, discontented and glum, except_ THE VEILED GIRL, _who stands on one side, motionless, impassive and unrevealing_. BELLINE Where have they brought us? ROSARELLE I don't know; but I must say that it's not a nice place in which to keep young ladies waiting. BELLINE Yes, it looks like a lumber-room where they've stored all the odds and ends and litter of the house. ROSARELLE