He. Nay, my love, that is the charm.
She. It looks a very large one. What fish is it?
He. It is the heart and liver of a sturgeon.
She. I suppose it couldn’t have been done with an anchovy?
He. Nay, nay. For the witch enjoined me; first I must burn it——
She. Yes, I think you’d better.
He. See? (Burns.) The ashes thereof will drive away the evil spirit that molests you.
She (recoiling). And I don’t wonder.
[The Curtain falls, and rises again the next morning. The room is full of smoke.
He (shaving). Who is that man digging in the garden?