MASTER. I don't want to know! Having at last outlived the horrors of longing, I came to regard the whole business as buried; and as none but beautiful memories were left behind in our rooms, I remained where I was. However, I thank you for that piece of valuable information!
CONSUL. Which one?
MASTER. That she had no reason for self-accusation, for if she had it would constitute an accusation against me——
CONSUL. I think you are living under a serious misconception——
MASTER. If I am, leave me alone! A clear conscience—comparatively clear, at least—has always been the diving-suit that has enabled me to descend into the vast deeps without being suffocated. [Rising] To think of it—that I got out of it with my life! And now it's all over!—Suppose we take a turn down the avenue?
CONSUL. All right, then we can see them light the first street lamp of the season.
MASTER. But won't the moon be up to-night—the harvest-moon?
CONSUL. Why, I think the moon is full just now——
MASTER. [Going to one of the windows and talking into the dining-room] Please hand me my stick, Louise. The light one—I just want to hold it in my hand.
LOUISE. [Handing out a cane of bamboo] Here it is, sir.