(The church bells are heard. The sun comes out and illuminates the coloured rose window above the church door, which is now opened, disclosing the interior. The organ is heard and the choir singing Ave Maris Stella.)
LADY (coming from the church). Where are you? What are you doing? Why did you call me? Must you hang on a woman's skirts like a child?
STRANGER. I'm afraid now. Things are happening that have no natural explanation.
LADY. But you were afraid of nothing. Not even death!
STRANGER. Death... no. But of something else, the unknown.
LADY. Listen. Give me your hand. You're ill, I'll take you to a doctor. Come!
STRANGER. If you like. But tell me: is this carnival, or... reality?
LADY. It's real enough.
STRANGER. This beggar must be a wretched fellow. Is it true he resembles me?
LADY. He will, if you go on drinking. Now go to the post office and get your letter. And then come with me.