Re-enter ANDREW. MICHAEL comes from window; the two men stand looking at each other.
ANDR. You won’t begin work this morning, I suppose?
MICH. (firmly). Yes. (Goes to table, motions ANDREW to one chair, seats himself opposite. They take up the manuscripts.) Where is the place?
ANDR. Fifty-first psalm, verse three. (MICHAEL winces, turns over the manuscript.) Have you found it? What are you looking at?
MICH. (gets up suddenly). I can’t bear it.
ANDR. Can’t bear what?
(MICHAEL stands looking at him with terror.)
ANDR. (rises, comes to him). Don’t I tell you that all is safe. I shan’t blab. Nobody shall ever know.
MICH. But you know!
ANDR. I shall never remind you of it.