Abel Page #3

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- A secret affair like that?

Well, as long as it's a secret affair,

I've nothing against it.

How old is she?

- Who?

Merkelbach's wife.

- Thirty eight or so.

Still fertile as well.

I don't understand de Beer.

If you wanted to have a

secret affair...

...then you'd choose someone

infertile wouldn't you?

What if she got pregnant?

It could just as well be

Merkelbach's child.

With a face like de Beer?

What kind of a face has he

got then?

A bit ruddy,

with eyes like a cod-fish.

Where do you get that idea?

De Beer is palid,

with piggy little eyes.

Who's got the ruddy face

and the cod-eyes then?

That's Prokovsky, isn't it?

- Oh, you know him then?

Yes, you've mentioned him before.

Prokovsky, didn't he have asthma?

Yes, he's been in a sanatorium

for three years.

It must be great in a sanatorium...

...lying in bed all day, television,

people looking after you...

What is it?

What's for afters?

What's going on?

No hors-d'oeuvre, one fish finger,

one vegetable, no afters.

I'm not a bloody proletarian!

So, this is Abel then.

You don't want to go outside?

Are you frightened of me?

Good. Then we've already

got somewhere.

What's this?

We shan't be needing those here.

So, come along.

Madame, didn't I ask you to remove all

the silver from the room?

I did do.

Yes but, there is silver present.

I just can't work like this.

- But, I did remove all the silver.

Honestly!

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm

not a metal detector.

Please get in touch when the room

is free of silver. Good afternoon.

Why haven't we got a television,

anyway?

It would be nice for Abel as well.

I mean, what does a boy like him see?

He sees enough, more than enough.

But always the same.

On the television you see completely

different things.

Programmes about termites

for instance.

Relevant to him, termites.

God, they broadcast other things

as well, don't they?

A television could change

Abel's way of thinking.

There's going to be no television

in this house.

It's nearly New Year.

Goodness, already?

Where are the fireworks?

- Strange.

I know a nice game.

We have to pretend that we

don't know each other.

Yes! Hello, sir.

I don't know you.

I don't know you either.

- My name's Abel.

What a coincidence, so's mine.

That's impossible, you're Victor.

Isn't it too confusing if you're

called Abel as well?

But I think it's silly

if you're called Abel as well.

Yes, it's silly.

Why not Fred, or Harry.

Right, Harry then.

I say Harry, are you married?

- Certainly. To a very stupid woman.

I'm not stupid.

Who is that lady?

- I don't know her.

I'd like to introduce myself.

I'd rather you didn't.

I'd rather she didn't either.

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