JUDGE. Well, that's the truth! But other people are in debt to me——
THE OTHER ONE. Forgive them then!
JUDGE. This is not a question of pardon, but of payment——
THE OTHER ONE. All right! Then you'll be made to pay!—For the moment—farewell! But we'll meet frequently, and the last time at the great auction! [He goes out backward.
JUDGE. He's afraid of the sun—he, too! Ha-ha!
THE OTHER ONE. Yes, for some time yet. But once I have accustomed myself to the light, I shall hate darkness.
[He disappears.
OLD LADY. [To the JUDGE] Do you really think he is—the Other One?
JUDGE. Of course, that's not the way he is supposed to look but then times are changing and we with them. They used to say that he had gold and fame to give away, but this fellow goes around dunning——
OLD LADY. Oh, he's a sorry lot, and a charlatan—that's all! A milksop who doesn't dare to bite, no matter how much he would like to!