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 fused noise of chaotic vibrations. But nothing more irritating, more insolent, meaner than this insolent pen of mine [throws it away], nothing worse than this white sheet of paper. Oh, if I cannot fill it, at least I may destroy it—vile accomplice of my ambition and my eternal humiliation. Thus, thus … smaller and still smaller. [''Tears up paper. Pauses.''] And then! How lucky that nobody saw me! For in truth such fury is absurd and unjust. No, I will not yield. I will think and think, until either I have conquered or am crushed. No, I will not give up. Let me see, let me see … if in that way

SCENE II

Ernest. Don Julian on the right, in evening-dress, with overcoat upon his arm.

. [At the door, without entering.] I say, Ernest!

. Don Julian!

. Still working? Do I disturb you?

. [Rising.] Disturb me! What a question, Don Julian! Come in, come in. And Teodora?

. We have just come from the Opera. She has gone upstairs with my brother, to see something or other that Mercedes has bought, and I was on my way to my room when I saw your light, so I stopped to say good-night.

. Was there a good house?

. As usual. All our friends inquired after you. They wondered you were not there too.

. That was kind of them.

. Not more than you deserve. And how have 4