John. I will help him up, ma'am! (Pretends to be doing so.)
Mrs. Evje. Is that you, John?
Evje (in a low voice). Will you be off!
John. Yes, it is me, ma'am. He is so unwell.
Mrs. Evje. Is he! Heavens, it is one of his attacks! Help him, John!
Evje (as before). Don't you dare!
John (who has rung the bell loudly). I do hope you will moon be better, sir! (Calls up to the window.) I can leave him now, ma'am! (To EVJE, as he goes.) This has been a bit of luck, for me; but you shall have some more of it! (Disappears into the fog as EVJE goes into his house. The two Passers-by, that were seen at the beginning of the scene, are now indistinctly seen returning along the street at the back.)
First Passer-by. Well, the land of Fogs used to be thought by the ancients to lie in the north, where all confused ideas come from—
Second Passer-by (who does not seem to be able to get a word in). But, listen to me for a moment-do you think it means—?
[Curtain]