Evje (without hearing him). No, it would only make more scandal!--How can I take my revenge? I must do him some injury--some real injury that will seem to poison his food for him and rob him of his rest. Scoundrels like that don't deserve sleep! It must be something, too, that will make his family every bit as unhappy as mine will be when they have read this--something that will make them hide their heads for shame--something that will make them terrified every time their door-bell rings, out of shame for what their servants may hear! No, no, I am getting as evil-minded as he is, now!--What a horrible trade--for ever sowing the seeds of sin and reaping a crop of curses! Now I understand what Harald Rejn meant by saying that no one ought to give his help to such things!--Heavens, hear my vow: never again will I give my help to such things!--What am I to say to my wife--my dear, good wife, who has no suspicion how disgraced I am! And Gertrud, our good Gertrud--ah, at all events I can give her some pleasure at once. I cannot conceal it from them; but I will tell them myself, so that they shall not read it. John. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir? Evje (almost screaming at him). Once for all, can't you let me alone! Mrs. Evje (leaning out of a window she has opened). The sound must have come from the street, all the same. Are you there, my dear? Evje (drawing back in alarm). There she is! Shall I answer? Mrs. Evje. Are you there, my dear? Evje. Yes, dear, here I am! Mrs. Evje. So you are! I heard your voice, and looked all over the house. What is the matter, dear? Evje. Oh, I am so unhappy! Mrs. Evje. Good heavens, are you, dear? Come along in--or shall I come down to you? Evje. No, I will come in. Shut the window, or you will catch cold. Mrs. Evje. Do you know, Gertrud is sitting up here, crying? Evje. Good gracious, is she? I will come up--I will come up! John. I will help him up, ma'am! (Pretends to be doing so.) Mrs. Evje. Is that you, John? Evje (in a low voice). Will you be off! John. Yes, it is me, ma'am. He is so unwell. Mrs. Evje. Is he! Heavens, it is one of his attacks! Help him, John! Evje (as before). Don't you dare! John (who has rung the bell loudly). I do hope you will moon be better, sir! (Calls up to the window.) I can leave him now, ma'am! (To EVJE, as he goes.) This has been a bit of luck, for me; but you shall have some more of it! (Disappears into the fog as EVJE goes into his house. The two Passers-by, that were seen at the beginning of the scene, are now indistinctly seen returning along the street at the back.) First Passer-by. Well, the land of Fogs used to be thought by the ancients to lie in the north, where all confused ideas come from-- Second Passer-by (who does not seem to be able to get a word in). But, listen to me for a moment-do you think it means--? [Curtain] ACT III