STRANGER. You're forgetting one thing: we're divorced.
CONFESSOR. Good! Then you can begin a new marriage. And it'll promise all the more, because both of you are new people.
STRANGER. Do you think anyone would marry us?
CONFESSOR. I, for instance? That's asking too much.
STRANGER. Yes. I'd forgotten! But I daresay someone could be found. It's another thing to get a home together....
CONFESSOR. You're sometimes lucky, even if you won't see it. There's a small house down there by the river; it's quite new and the owner's never even seen it. He was an Englishman who wanted to marry; but at the last moment she broke off the engagement. It was built by his secretary, and neither of the engaged couple ever set eyes on it. It's quite intact, you see!
STRANGER. IS it to let?
CONFESSOR. Yes.
STRANGER. Then I'll risk it. And I'll try to begin life all over again.
CONFESSOR. Then you'll go down?