ALL. Hear!
THE DAUGHTER. I shall not go back with you to humiliation and dirt—I am longing for the heights whence I came—but first the door must be opened so that I may learn the secret—It is my will that the door be opened!
THE LAWYER. Then you must retrace your own steps, cover the road you have already travelled, suffer all annoyances, repetitions, tautologies, recopyings, that a suit will bring with it——
THE DAUGHTER. May it come then—But first I must go into the solitude and the wilderness to recover my own self. We shall meet again! [To THE POET] Follow me.
Cries of anguish are heard from a distance. Woe! Woe! Woe!
THE DAUGHTER. What is that?
THE LAWYER. The lost souls at Foulstrand.
THE DAUGHTER. Why do they wail more loudly than usual to-day?
THE LAWYER. Because the sun is shining here; because here we have music, dancing, youth. And it makes them feel their own sufferings more keenly.
THE DAUGHTER. We must set them free.