He doesn't care much for amusement. His life's not been
happy.
(The DOCTOR blows a whistle. The MADMAN comes into the garden. He
wears a laurel wreath and his clothes are curious.)
DOCTOR. Come here, Caesar.
STRANGER (displeased). What? Is he called Caesar?
DOCTOR. No. It's a nickname I gave him, to remind me of a boy I was
at school with.
STRANGER (disturbed). Oh?
DOCTOR. He was involved in a strange incident, and I got all the
blame.
LADY (to the STRANGER). You'd never believe a boy could have been
so corrupt.
(The STRANGER looks distressed. The MADMAN comes nearer.)
DOCTOR. Caesar, come and make your bow to our famous writer.
CAESAR. Is this the great man?
LADY (to the DOCTOR). Why did you let him come, if it annoys our
guest?
DOCTOR. Caesar, you must behave. Or I shall have to whip you.
CAESAR. Yes. He is Caesar, but he's not great. He doesn't even know
which came first, the hen or the egg. But I do.
STRANGER (to the LADY). I shall go. Is this a trap? What am I to
think? In a minute he'll unloose his bees to amuse me.
LADY. Trust me ... whatever happens! And turn your face away when
you speak.
STRANGER. This werewolf never leaves us.
DOCTOR (looking at his watch). You must excuse me for about an
hour. I've a patient to visit. I hope the time won't hang on your
hands.
STRANGER. I'm used to waiting, for what never comes. ...
DOCTOR (to the MADMAN). Come along, Caesar. I must lock you up in
the cellar.
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