THE LAWYER. It is like this door. When I close it, then I open—the way out—for you, Agnes!
[Withdraws and closes the door behind him.
THE DAUGHTER. Well then?
The stage changes. The bed with its curtains becomes a tent.
The stove stays as it was. The background is raised. To the right, in the foreground, are seen hills stripped of their trees by fire, and red heather growing between the blackened tree stumps. Red-painted pig-sties and outhouses. Beyond these, in the open, apparatus for mechanical gymnastics, where sick persons are being treated on machines resembling instruments of torture.
To the left, in the foreground, the quarantine station, consisting of open sheds, with ovens, furnaces, and pipe coils.
In the middle distance, a narrow strait.
The background shows a beautiful wooded shore. Flags are flying on its piers, where ride white sailboats, some with sails set and some without. Little Italian villas, pavilions, arbors, marble statues are glimpsed through the foliage along the shore.
THE MASTER OF QUARANTINE, made up like a blackamoor, is walking along the shore.
THE OFFICER. [Meets him and they shake hands] Why, Ordström![3] Have you landed here?
MASTER OF Q. Yes, here I am.
THE OFFICER. Is this Fairhaven?
MASTER OF Q. No, that is on the other side. This is Foulstrand.
THE OFFICER. Then we have lost our way.
MASTER OF Q. We?—Won't you introduce me?