STRANGER. Strange. I believe you when you say you don't mean to hurt me; yet you do hurt me, as all the others do. Why?
LADY. Because you're over-sensitive.
STRANGER. You say that again! Do you think I've sensitive hidden places?
LADY. No. I didn't mean that. And now the spirits of suspicion and discord are coming between us. Drive them away—at once.
STRANGER. You mustn't say I blaspheme if I use the well-known words: See, we are like unto the gods.
LADY. But if that's so, why can't you help yourself, or us?
STRANGER. Can't I? Wait. As yet we've only seen the beginning.
LADY. If the end is like it, heaven help us!
STRANGER. I know what you fear; and I meant to hold back a pleasant surprise. But now I won't torment you longer. (He takes out a registered letter, not yet opened.) Look!
LADY. The money's come!