PRATTLE. Oh, sorry, yes. I'll put it right.
(He is about to go round behind it.)
DE REVES. No, don't go round there.
PRATTLE. What? Why not?
DE REVES. Oh, you wouldn't understand.
PRATTLE. Wouldn't understand? Why, what have you got?
DE REVES. Oh, one of those things…. You wouldn't understand.
PRATTLE. Of course I'd understand. Let's have a look. (The POET walks toward PRATTLE and the screen. He protests no further. PRATTLE looks round the corner of the screen.) An altar.
DE REVES. (removing the screen altogether). That is all. What do you make of it?
(An altar of Greek design, shaped like a pedestal, is revealed. Papers litter the floor all about it.)