The Editor. What are you babbling about? If it is not here, say so at once.
The Housekeeper. Yes, it is here. There he lies!
The Editor. Then oughtn't we to get him into bed?
The Housekeeper. Yes. But do you know who it is you are helping?
The Editor (to himself). She is not very polite. (Aloud.) No; but what does that matter?
The Housekeeper. This much—that it is you that have killed him.
The Editor. I—? She is mad.
The Housekeeper. The man lying there is Halvdan Rejn. And he had been reading about himself in your paper.—Come, now, and carry him in. (She goes into the bedroom with the lamp. Her voice is heard from inside the room.) Now, take hold of him and lift him. You can think afterwards.
The Editor (stoops to lift the body, but gets up again). I don't think he is dead yet.
The Housekeeper. All the more reason to make haste.