STRANGER. What could that have been?
RUDOLPH. That my hands were not clean.
STRANGER. Fudge!
RUDOLPH. Perhaps you are thinking of your inheritance?
STRANGER. Just as mean as ever! Exactly as you were when eight years old!
RUDOLPH. And you are just as heedless, and philosophical, and silly!
STRANGER. It's a curious thing—but I wonder how many times before we have said just what we are saying now? [Pause] I am looking at your album here—our sisters and brothers—five dead!
RUDOLPH. Yes.
STRANGER. And our schoolmates?
RUDOLPH. Some taken and some left behind.