STUDENT. Then everybody might be arrested!
STRANGER. Exactly! The rope might be laid around the neck of the whole race if justice were wanted, but it isn't. It's a disgusting race: ugly, sweating, ill-smelling; its linen dirty, its stockings full of holes; with chilblains and corns—ugh! No, an apple-tree in bloom is far more beautiful. Or look at the lilies in the field—they seem hardly to belong here—and what fragrance is theirs!
STUDENT. Are you a philosopher, sir?
STRANGER. Yes, I am a great philosopher.
STUDENT. Now you are poking fun at me!
STRANGER. You say that to get away. Well, begone then! Hurry up!
STUDENT. I was expecting somebody.
STRANGER. So I thought. But I think it would be better to go and meet——
STUDENT. She asked you to tell me?
STRANGER. Oh, that wasn't necessary.