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Thomas takes his pipe out of his mouth. "Nothing. I only said that some one knocked at my window." "You don't know who?" "No. And you will never know. I came out, I looked and there Philipp was sitting at his door. I wasn't surprised Philipp often roamed about at night ever since " He stops irresolutely. Mariet asks harshly: "Since when? You said 'since." Silence.
"Good night, Mariet." "Good night." "Why are you alone, Mariet? Why are you alone, Mariet, in the daytime and at night, on week days and on merry holidays? Do you love to think of your betrothed?" "Yes, I do. I love to think of Philipp." The girl laughs. "But you don't want to see him. When he goes out to sea, you look at the sea for hours; when he comes back you are not there.
Suddenly all the noise dies down and a sombre silence reigns a woman's strange voice drowns the noise so strange and unfamiliar, as if it were not Mariet's voice at all, but another voice speaking with her lips: "Haggart! You have pardoned him, Haggart?" Some of the people look at the body; those standing near it step aside. Haggart asks, surprised: "Whose voice is that? Is that yours, Mariet?
Do you know the tower, the accursed tower that fell? Go over there " He bends down and draws a map on the floor with his crooked finger. All bend down and look attentively; only the abbot gazes sternly out of the window, behind which the heavy fog is still grey. Haggart whispers in a fit of rage: "Mariet, it would have been better if you had killed me as I killed Philipp.
And now my father is calling me. Where will be the end of my sorrow, Mariet? Where the end of the world is. And where is the end of the world? Do you want to take my sorrow, Mariet?" "I do, Haggart." "No, you are a woman." "Why do you torture me, Gart? What have I done that you should torture me so? I love you." "You lied." "My tongue lied. I love you."
He embraces Mariet, bending her frail shoulders. "Let us go to eat, Gart, my son. Whoever she may be, I know one thing well. She has prepared for you and me an excellent dinner." The people disperse quickly. Mariet says confusedly and cheerfully: "I'll run first." "Run, run," answers the abbot. "Gart, my son, call the atheist to dinner.
It's a pity that you don't know about ships you would have laughed for joy at the sight of such a beautiful ship! Why is he silent, Mariet? You had better tell him." ABBOT Prayers? In what language? Have you, perhaps, discovered a new language in which prayers reach God? Oh, Haggart, Haggart! He weeps, covering his face with his hands. Haggart, alarmed, asks: "You are crying, abbot?"
And I would put my foot upon it this way!" He stamps his foot firmly. Then Mariet asks, cautiously: "Did you say with black sails?" "That's what I said. Why do you always ask questions? I have no ship, you know. Good-bye." He puts on his hat, but does not move. Mariet maintains silence. Then he says, very angrily: "Perhaps you, too, like the music of your old Dan, that old fool?"
In one hand you have truth and in the other hand you have truth, and you are forever performing tricks. And now she is lying she lies so well that my heart contracts with belief. Oh, she is doing it well! And he laughs bitterly. MARIET Forgive me, Gart. HAGGART When I wanted to kill him, she hung on my hand like a rock, and now she says that she killed him.
Mariet, rising and bending over to Haggart across the table, says: "Didn't you say this, Haggart: 'My poor boy, I killed you because I had to kill you, and now I am going to take you to your mother, my dear boy'?" "These are very sad words. Who told them to you, Mariet?" asks Haggart, surprised. "I heard them.
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