damned cobble stones! [Hops into house on one leg. Exit all but
Pehr and Old Woman--Lisa.]

LISA. [Throws off disguise.] Well, Pehr! You have become a famous
man; your name is now on every one's lips, your picture is being
carried round on all streets and public squares and the people hail
you as a reformer. Are you satisfied?

PEHR. Yes, Lisa, now I am satisfied with being a reformer!

LISA. Shall you leave your work half-done?

PEHR. Yes, Lord save us! If only I can escape with my skin.

LISA. You sought glory and renown--

PEHR. But all do that!

LISA. Not all. But you had the approval of the people.

PEHR. The people! They have nothing to say.

LISA. So it was the approval of the great that you wanted. Then
stand there and be ashamed! You did not even believe in the cause
for which you stood.

PEHR. Frankly, I think it a matter of slight consequence whether
one walks upon smooth or rough stones.

LISA. When one walks in calfskin boots--yes; but not when one goes