MAR. And we're dying of hunger.
RUD. A fire must be lighted.
MAR. (seizing a chair and about to break it up)
I have it,
This crazy chair shall save us!
(RUDOLPH energetically resists MARCEL'S project.)
RUD. (joyous at an idea that has seized him)
Eureka!
(Runs to the table and from below it lifts a bulky manuscript.)
MAR. You've found it?
RUD. Yes. When genius is roused ideas come fast in flashes.
MAR. (pointing to his picture)
Let's burn up the "Red Sea."
RUD. No: think what a stench 'twould occasion!
But my drama, my beautiful drama shall give us warmth.