The Lonely Way-Intermezzo-Countess Mizzie - LightNovelsOnl.com
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_In the home of Julian Fichtner. A pleasant, rather distinguished room in a state of slight disorder. Books are piled on two chairs, while on another chair stands an open traveling bag. Julian is seated at a writing desk, from the drawers of which he is taking out papers. Some of these he destroys, while others are thrown into the waste-paper basket._
VALET (_announcing_)
Mr. von Sala. (_He goes out_)
SALA (_enters. His custom to walk up and down while talking a.s.serts itself strikingly during the following scene. Now and then he sits down for a moment, often only on the arm of a chair. At times he stops beside Julian, putting his hand on the latter's shoulder while speaking. Two or three times during the scene he puts his hand to the left side of his chest, in a manner suggesting discomfort of some kind.
But this gesture is not sharply accentuated_)
JULIAN
I am delighted. (_They shake hands_)
SALA
So you got back early this morning?
JULIAN
Yes.
SALA
And mean to stay...?
JULIAN
Haven't decided yet. Things are a little upset, as you see. And I fear they'll never be quite in shape again. I intend to give up this place.
SALA
Too bad. I have become so accustomed to it. In what direction are you going to move?
JULIAN
It's possible that I don't take any new quarters at all for a while, but just keep on moving about as I have been doing the last few years.
I am even considering to have my things sold at auction.
SALA
That's a thought which gets no sympathy from me.
JULIAN
Really, I haven't got much sympathy for it myself. But the material side of the question has to be considered a little, too. I have been spending too much these last years, and it has to be evened up somehow.
Probably I'll settle down again later on. Sometime one must get back to peace and work, I suppose.--Well, how goes it with you? What are our friends and acquaintances doing?
SALA
So you haven't seen anybody yet?
JULIAN
Not one. And you are the only one I have written about my being here.
SALA
And you have not yet called on the Wegrats?
JULIAN
No. I even hesitate to go there.
SALA
Why?
JULIAN
After a certain age it would perhaps be better never to put your foot in any place where your earlier years were spent. It is so rare to find things and people the same as when you left them. Isn't that so?--Mrs.
Gabrielle is said to have changed considerably in the course of her sickness. That's what Felix told me at least. I should prefer not to see her again. Oh, you can understand that, Sala.
SALA (_rather surprised_)
Of course, I understand. How long is it you have had no news from Vienna?
JULIAN
I have constantly started ahead of my mail. Not a single letter has overtaken me during the last fortnight. (_Alarmed_) What has happened?
SALA
Mrs. Gabrielle died a week ago.
JULIAN
Oh! (_He is deeply moved; for a while he walks back and forth; then he resumes his seat and says after a pause_) Of course, it was to be expected, and yet....
SALA
Her death came easily.... You know how those left behind always pretend to know such things with certainty. Anyhow, she fell asleep quietly one night and never woke up again.
JULIAN (_in low voice_)
Poor Gabrielle!--Did you see anything of her toward the end?
SALA
