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Old House - Josette's room, where the furniture has been covered. We hear Josette's music box theme playing. Barnabas enters the room and gazes up at her portrait--how I've longed to see your face again, he says--I will never forget, but now I'm free again, I must begin a new life--forgive me--I had to say goodbye. He lifts the portrait off the mantle and puts it, face down, against the fireplace. He turns, startled to find Ben there.[/spoiler]
Barnabas and Ben stare at each other. You know me well, says Barnabas. Well enough to know you'd come here, says Ben. For the last time, says Barnabas. What does that mean? asks Ben. Josette can never be mine, says Barn, I will make an existence without her. You hated your life before! Ben reminds him. I will no longer condemn myself to that coffin, insists Barnabas. You've got to, says Ben. You've served me well, says Barnabas gently, but you cannot understand the eternal darkness of that tomb--I will not involve you this time as I did before--I will take whatever chances I must--alone. You must not, says Ben, you must talk to that Julia, she's from the future, from 1970. What an incredible story, says Barnabas, I do not have your naivete. She can help you, says Ben. No one can help me, says Barnabas.
Carolyn, seated on the drawing room sofa, reads ASTROLOGY by Louis MacNeice. She answers the door to Sebastian Shaw, who wants to talk to her about "that look in your eyes." It's the resemblance to my dead husband, explains Carolyn, I'm sorry--did you bring my horoscope? He nods. I so hoped you would, says Carolyn--I've been reading the book you gave my mother--it's fascinating, really. Isn't that a dilettante's word? he asks sarcastically--you don't believe in astrology at all, do you? I never have, admits Carolyn. You're honest, says Shaw, that will make this easier--I started your horoscope, Mrs. Hawkes, but I had difficulty finishing it--you didn't come to me for your horoscope--it was all an excuse--I KNOW why you came, because of all the questions you asked--I'm not your husband, Mrs. Hawkes--you must have loved him very much to think that I was. The dead do return, states Carolyn, I do believe that. I'm not proof of that, he says, and you must accept that. She looks sad.[/spoiler]
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