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It's too late now, they'd all be asleep.

Locked out?

Certainly. [They are silent a while.]

I think—that even a low-down good-for-nothing—can make a man of himself.

Certainly. [''They are silent again. A lamp-*lighter crosses the stage, lights the lamp over the bench, and exits.'']

Are you hungry?

No. [Another pause.]

Suppose—you had some money—and I took it from you?

Then you could take it, that's all.

[After another brief silence.] All I have to do—is go back to her—that Muskat woman—she'll