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Lind [who has noticed nothing]. <poem> I have a brother's compliments to pay.
[He, with the other guests, approaches Falk, but starts involuntarily and steps back on looking at him.
What is the matter with you? You're a Janus
With double face!
Falk [smiling]. I cry, like old Montanus, The earth is flat, Messieurs;—my optics lied; Flat as a pancake—are you satisfied?
[Goes quickly out to the right.
Miss Jay.
Refused!
The Aunts.
Refused!
Mrs. Halm.
Hush, ladies, if you please!
[Goes across to Svanhild.
Mrs. Strawman [to Strawman].
Fancy, refused!
Strawman.
It cannot be!
Miss Jay.
It is!
