Bertrand. You frighten me. Who is it?
Macaire. Mark well. (The Marquis opens the door of Number Thirteen, and the rest, clustering round, bid him good-night. As they begin to disperse along the gallery he enters and shuts the door.) Out, out, brief candle! That man is doomed.
DROP
ACT III
As the curtain rises, the Stage is dark and empty. Enter Macaire, L.U.E., with lantern. He looks about
SCENE I
Macaire, Bertrand
Macaire (calling off). S’st!
Bertrand (entering L.U.E.). It’s creeping dark.