JUDGE. How does the Lord's Prayer begin?
OLD LADY. I can't remember, but I knew it this morning. [Pause] Who is the woman in white?
JUDGE. It is she—Amelia's mother—whose very memory we wanted to kill.
OLD LADY. Are these shadows or ghosts, or nothing but our own sickly dreams?
JUDGE. [Takes up his pocket-knife] They are delusions sent by the devil. I'll throw cold steel after them.—Open the knife for me, Caroline! I can't, don't you see?
OLD LADY. Yes, I see—it isn't easy without a forefinger.—But I can't either! [She drops the knife]
JUDGE. Woe to us! Steel won't help here! Woe! There's the beheaded sailor! Let us get away from here!
OLD LADY. That's easy to say, but I can't move from the spot.
JUDGE. And I seem to be rooted to the ground.—No, I am not going to look at it any longer!
[He covers his eyes with one hand.