JOHANSSON. He is so full of guile that he can make the women leave him when he is tired of them.... Just now he is like a horse thief practising at a slave-market.... He steals human beings, and in all sorts of ways.... He has literally stolen me out of the hands of the law.... Hm.... yes.... I had been guilty of a slip. And no one but he knew of it. Instead of putting me in jail, he made a slave of me. All I get for my slavery is the food I eat, which might be better at that....
STUDENT. And what does he wish to do in this house here?
JOHANSSON. No, I don't want to tell! It's too complicated....
STUDENT. I think I'll run away from the whole story....
The YOUNG LADY drops a bracelet out of the window so that it falls on the sidewalk.
JOHANSSON. Did you see the Young Lady drop her bracelet out of the window?
Without haste, the STUDENT picks up the bracelet and hands it to the YOUNG LADY, who thanks him rather stiffly; then he returns to JOHANSSON.
JOHANSSON. So you want to run away? That is more easily said than done when he has got you in his net.... And he fears nothing between heaven and earth except one thing or one person rather....
STUDENT. Wait—I think I know!
JOHANSSON. How could you?