Dear Brutus
Par šo e-grāmatu
that if there was a mouse on the stage it is there still. Our object is
to catch our two chief characters unawares; they are Darkness and
Light.
The room is so obscure as to be invisible, but at
the back of the obscurity are French windows, through which is seen
Lob's garden bathed in moon-shine. The Darkness and Light, which this
room and garden represent, are very still, but we should feel that it is
only the pause in which old enemies regard each other before they come
to the grip. The moonshine stealing about among the flowers, to give
them their last instructions, has left a smile upon them, but it is a
smile with a menace in it for the dwellers in darkness. What we expect
to see next is the moonshine slowly pushing the windows open, so that it
may whisper to a confederate in the house, whose name is Lob. But
though we may be sure that this was about to happen it does not happen; a
stir among the dwellers in darkness prevents it.
