Marie.
But supposing I were the cat, who would then be the mouse?
Pastor.
That would be sinful and wicked in you!!!
Marie.
But one cannot be the cat and the mouse at the same time?
Pastor.
Yes, one can! But he who does, plays with his own destruction!
Marie.
And if one destroys one's self, who cares?
Pastor.
You should not talk like that, Miss Marie.
Marie.
Oh, it is all nonsense, all nonsense, for to-night is St. John's night.
Do you see that fire yonder. Pastor? They had to put it out! But there,
on the hill--look, there, there! How beautiful! How wild!
Pastor.
Yes, and when you look closely, it is nothing more than a mass of dirty
lumber.
Marie.
For shame, Pastor!
Pastor.