Julie. And the first shall be last.
John. Don’t think, don’t think! You rob me of all my strength and make a coward of me. What? I believe the clock was moving. No—shall we put paper in? To be so funky of the sound of a clock! But it’s something more than a clock—there’s something that sits behind it—a hand puts it in motion, and something else sets the hand in motion—just put your fingers to your ears, and then it strikes worse again. It strikes until you give an answer and then it’s too late, and then come the police—and then [Two loud rings in succession, JOHN starts, then he pulls himself together.] It’s awful, but there’s no other way out. Go! [ JULIE goes with a firm step outside the door.]
[Curtain.]
THE CREDITOR
CHARACTERS
THEKLA.
ADOLF, her husband, a painter.
GUSTAV, her divorced husband.
Two LADIES, a WAITER.