Yes. She is one; and as a fury, she's remarkable. Her
talent for making me suffer excels my most infernal inventions; and
if I escape from her hands with my life, I'll come out of the fire
as pure as gold.
MOTHER. You've got what you deserve. You wanted to mould her as you
wished, and you've succeeded.
STRANGER. Completely. But where is this fury?
MOTHER. She went down the road a few minutes ago.
STRANGER. Down there? Then I'll go to meet my own destruction. (He
goes towards the back.)
MOTHER. So you can still joke about it? Wait! (The MOTHER is left
alone for a moment, until the STRANGER has disappeared. The LADY
then enters from the right. She is wearing a summer frock, and is
carrying a post bag and some opened letters in her hand.)
LADY. Are you alone, Mother?
MOTHER. I've just been left alone.
LADY. Here's the post. This is for job.
MOTHER. What? Do you open his letters?
LADY. All of them, because I want to know who it is I've linked my
life to. And I want to suppress everything that might minister to
his pride. In a word, I isolate him, so that he has to keep his own
electricity and run the danger of being broken to pieces.
MOTHER. How learned you've grown?
LADY. Yes. If he's unwise enough to confide almost everything to
me, I'll soon hold his fate in my hand. Now, if you please, he's
making electrical experiments and claims he'll be able to harness
the lightning, so that it'll give him light, warmth and power.
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