ELIS. How lucky that I was not at that dinner yesterday—I would surely have made a speech against the Governor, and so I would have spoiled everything for us.
CHRISTINE. Do you realize that now?
ELIS. Thanks for your advice, Christine. You knew your Peter.
CHRISTINE. My Peter?—
ELIS. I meant—my Peter.—But—look—he is here again, woe unto us!
[One can see the shadow of Lindkvist on the curtain, who is nearing slowly. The shadow gets larger and larger, until it is giant-like. They stand in fear and tremble.]
ELIS. Look,—the giant—the giant that wants to swallow us.
CHRISTINE. Now it's time to laugh, as when reading fairy-tales.
ELIS. I can't laugh any more.
[The shadow slowly disappears.]