(Crossly.) Who's come to disturb us now? Shall we never get out of this hovel?
(Another knock.)
TYLTYL
Come in!...
(A third knock.)
TYLTYL
Who's there?... Come in, can't you?...
(The door opens slowly and reveals a female form shrouded in long white veils, like an antique statue. The face, hands, mouth, eyes, hair and eyebrows are lifeless and white as marble. It stands motionless on the threshold.)
TYLTYL
What is it?