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START: Jane: Poor Simon . . . (A figure emerges from the shadows, a young black man dressed in a sober western suit. He peeps into the hall, trying to make out the figures of the dancers.)

Who is that?

Olunde: (Emerging into the light) I didn’t mean to startle you madam. I was looking for the District Officer.

Jane: Wait a minute . . . don’t I know you? Yes, you are Olunde, the young man who . . .

[... ... ...]

END: Jane: You mean he’s . . .

Olunde: Yes Mrs. Pilkings, my father is dead. His will-power has always been enormous; I know he is dead.

Jane: (Screams) How can you be so callous! So unfeeling! You announce your father’s own death like a surgeon looking down on some strange . . . stranger’s body! You’re just a savage like all the rest.

For full scene please see Soyinka, Wole,