grinding? The sound of a horn? The rushing of a river? A wood
whispering--and a woman weeping? You're right. Only there can
charity be found. Farewell. (Exit.)

CONFESSOR (to the Abbess). The fool! The fool!

Curtain.


SCENE X

THE 'ROSE' ROOM

[The curtains have been taken down. The windows gape into the
darkness outside. The furniture has been covered in brown
loose-covers and pulled forward. The flowers have been taken away,
and the large black stove lit. The MOTHER is standing ironing white
curtains by the light of a single lamp. There is a knock at the
door.]

MOTHER. Come in!

STRANGER (doing so). Where's my wife?

MOTHER. Where do you come from?

STRANGER. I think, from hell. But where's my wife?

MOTHER. Which of them do you mean?