(Lieutenant von Wolters _enters. He is an attractive young officer,
very smart in appearance, wearing the uniform of an Uhlan_. Kellermann,
_a self-possessed, sharp-eyed man, follows him. While they are
entering_, Tempski _comes in at the right, quietly places a wreath on
one of the piles near the columns, and goes out again._)
v. Wolters.
Well, Herr-- (_He puts his hand to his eyes, overcome for the moment,
then stiffly, trying to conceal his emotion._) Herr--Kellermann was the
name, wasn't it?
Kellermann.
At your service, Lieutenant.
v. Wolters.
You have done everything very satisfactorily. I am much obliged to you.
You understand that the removal of the coffin to the church is to be
accomplished as secretly as possible.
Kellermann.
I'm silent as the grave, Lieutenant. My business sort of carries that
with it, don't you know.
v. Wolters.
It will be dark about half past five. I have ordered the troops that
are to accompany the casket to be here at half past six. At the
church--the catafalque and the rest--I can confidently leave all that
to you?
Kellermann.
Most assuredly, Lieutenant. I shall see that everything is of the
finest.
v. Wolters.
But remember your instructions: all superfluous ostentation is to be
rigorously avoided--to-morrow at the funeral procession, also.
Kellermann.