[The room is as before. The LADY is sitting by the side of the STRANGER, crocheting.]
LADY. Do say something.
STRANGER. I've nothing but unpleasant things to say, since we came here.
LADY. Why were you so anxious to have this terrible room?
STRANGER. I don't know. It was the last one I wanted. I began to long for it, in order to suffer.
LADY. And are you suffering?
STRANGER. Yes. I can no longer listen to singing, or look at anything beautiful. During the day I hear the mill and see that great panorama now expanding to embrace the universe.... And, at night...
LADY. Why did you cry out in your sleep?
STRANGER. I was dreaming.
LADY. A real dream?