MAGELONE. No, it would break my heart!—But, well, if it can't be otherwise, and you're so made for it,—I can't change things!—Yes, we can go to the Olympia together to-morrow! MAGELONE. KADIDIA. O mama, how glad that makes me feel! (A plain-clothes detective enters, upper left.) KADIDIA. DETECTIVE. In the name of the law—I arrest you! DETECTIVE. CASTI-PIANI. (Following him, bored.) What sort of nonsense is that? That isn't the right one! CASTI-PIANI. That CURTAIN. [Pg 58] [Pg 58] ACT III An attic room, without windows, but with two sky-lights, under one of which stands a bowl filled with rain-water. Down right, a door thru a board partition into a sort of cubicle under the slanting roof. Near it, a wobbly flower-table with a bottle and a smoking oil-lamp on it. Upper right, a worn-out couch. Door centre; near it, a chair without a seat. Down left, below the entrance door, a torn gray mattress. None of the doors can shut tight. The rain beats on the roof. Schigolch in a long gray overcoat lies on the mattress; Alva on the couch, wrapped in a plaid whose straps still hang on the wall above him. SCHIGOLCH. The rain's drumming for the parade. SCHIGOLCH. ALVA. Cheerful weather for her first appearance! I dreamt just now we were dining together at Olympia. Bianetta was still with us. The table-cloth was dripping on all four sides with champagne. ALVA.
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