STRANGER. Where is he now?
GARDENER. He'll be here any moment.
STRANGER. Then I'll look around a bit—the wreath can lie here till I come back—I meant to go out to the cemetery later.
GARDENER. On account of the bishop's monument, I suppose?
STRANGER. What bishop?
GARDENER. Bishop Stecksen, don't you know—who belonged to the Academy.
STRANGER. Is he dead?
GARDENER. Oh, long ago!
STRANGER. I see!—Well, I'll leave the wreath for a while.
He goes out to the left, studying the ruins carefully as he passes by.