The Lonely Way-Intermezzo-Countess Mizzie - LightNovelsOnl.com
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I believe that it can still tell you a great many things.
FELIX
What is the matter?
JULIAN
Do you want to keep that picture?
FELIX
Why...?
JULIAN
Well ... take it. I don't give it to you. As soon as I have settled down again, I shall want it back. But you shall have a look at it whenever you want. And I hope matters will be so arranged that you won't have far to go either.
FELIX (_with his eyes on the picture_)
It grows more alive every second.... And that look was directed at you.... That look...? Can it be possible that I read it right?
JULIAN
Mothers have their adventures, too, like other women.
FELIX
Yes, indeed, I believe it has nothing more to hide from me.
[_He puts down the picture. Then a long pause follows. At last Felix puts on his coat._
JULIAN
Are you not going to take it along?
FELIX
Not just now. It belongs to you much more than I could guess.
JULIAN
And to you ...
FELIX
No, I don't want it until this new thing has become fully revealed to me. (_He looks Julian firmly in the eyes_) I don't quite know where I am. In reality, of course, there has been no change whatever.
None--except that I know now what I ...
JULIAN
Felix!
FELIX
No, that was something I could never have guessed. (_Looks long at Julian with an expression of mingled tenderness and curiosity_) Farewell.
JULIAN
Are you going?
FELIX
I need badly to be by myself for a while.--Until to-morrow.
JULIAN
Yes, and no longer, Felix. To-morrow I shall come to your--I'll call on _you_, Felix.
FELIX
I shall be waiting for you. (_He goes out_)
JULIAN (_stands quite still for a moment; then he goes to the writing desk and stops beside it, lost in contemplation of the picture_)
CURTAIN
THE THIRD ACT
_A room at the Wegrats' adjoining the veranda. The outlook is, of course, determined by the location._
JOHANNA (_is seated on a stool with her hands folded in her lap_)
SALA (_enters_)
Good morning, Johanna.
JOHANNA (_rises, goes to meet him, and draws him close to herself_) Are you coming for the last time?
SALA
For the last time? What an idea! There has not been the slightest change in our arrangements. To-day is the seventh of October, and the s.h.i.+p will leave Genoa on the twenty-sixth of November.
