BEGRIFFENFELDT. [_Dragging him away._] The Interpreters’ Kaiser—on the basis of Self! SCENE THIRTEENTH. _In Cairo. A large courtyard, surrounded by high walls and buildings. Barred windows; iron cages._ _THREE KEEPERS in the courtyard. A FOURTH comes in._ THE NEWCOMER. Schafmann, say, where’s the director gone? A KEEPER. He drove out this morning some time before dawn. THE FIRST. I think something must have occurred to annoy him; For last night—— ANOTHER. Hush, be quiet; he’s there at the door! [_BEGRIFFENFELDT leads PEER GYNT in, locks the gate, and puts the key in his pocket._ PEER. [_To himself._] Indeed an exceedingly gifted man; Almost all that he says is beyond comprehension. [_Looks around._ So this is the Club of the Savants, eh? BEGRIFFENFELDT. Here you will find them, every man jack of them;— The group of Interpreters threescore and ten;[101] Of late it has grown by a hundred and sixty—— [_Shouts to the KEEPERS._ Mikkel, Schlingelberg, Schafmann, Fuchs,— Into the cages with you at once! THE KEEPERS. We! BEGRIFFENFELDT. Who else, pray? Get in, get in! When the world twirls around, we must twirl with it too. [_Forces them into a cage._ He’s arrived this morning, the mighty Peer;— The rest you can guess,—I need say no more. [_Locks the cage door, and throws the key into a well._ PEER. But, my dear Herr Doctor and Director, pray——? BEGRIFFENFELDT. Neither one nor the other! I was before—— Herr Peer, are you secret? I must ease my heart—— PEER. [_With increasing uneasiness._] What is it? BEGRIFFENFELDT. Promise you will not tremble. PEER. I will do my best, but—— BEGRIFFENFELDT. [_Draws him into a corner, and whispers._] The Absolute Reason Departed this life at eleven last night. PEER. God help me——! BEGRIFFENFELDT. Why, yes, it’s extremely deplorable. And as I’m placed, you see, it is doubly unpleasant; For this institution has passed up to now For what’s called a madhouse. PEER.