JASPER (_a little overcome physically_, _and jerking out his sentences gasping_, _but with intense ferocity_). You poor fool. You’ll boast no more. (_Spurning body with his foot_.) Ah! ah! ah! (_Laughs wildly_.) He’s gone. The fellow-traveller has gone for ever, gone down, into the everlasting abyss! Hush! (_Listens_.) Durdles? No, opium mixed with his liquor keeps that other fool quiet. (_Listens again_, _and looks cautiously round—distant low-moaning peal of thunder_.) Only the storm wearing itself out! Ah! ah! ah! (_Looking at body_.) You’ve seen the last of the storm, weak, self-satisfied fool! Come (wildly seizing the body, and dragging it towards crypt), come—to your marriage bed (_drags body_). Come—to sleep with Death! (_Exit with body into crypt_.) (_Slow music_. _Short pause_. _Re-enter_ JASPER _from crypt_, _and as he does so gauze clouds begin to darken scene_. JASPER _locks crypt_, _puts key in his pocket_, _crosses_, _crouching and creeping_, _looking behind him fearfully_, _and enters his own house_, _with flash of lightning_, _peal of thunder_, _the very last of the storm_. _By this time gauze clouds nearly darken the scene_. _Double on bed moves_. OPIUM SAL _rises restlessly_, _once more leans over bed_, _and begins to talk while the actor representing_ JASPER_ returns to his place on bed_.) SAL. Troubled dreams, deary! Troubled dreams. Have you been taking the journey again? Was it pleasant, and what did you do to fellow-traveller, eh? JASPER (_speaking in a dreamy way_). That’s how the journey was made—that’s how I like to make it. But there’s something more. I never saw that before; what is it? (_Fearfully_, _falls asleep again_.)