Kellermann (_reaching for the wreath_).
From his major that must go on the coffin!
Daisy.
I'll do it.
Kellermann (_in doubt_).
Don't you think----?
Frau Mulbridge.
Yes, let her; she looks after everything.
Kellermann.
But nail it tightly, little lady--else it'll fall off when they're
carrying him to the church.
Daisy.
Yes, yes. (_Goes out back with the wreath. During the following
conversation, the strokes of a hammer are heard._)
Frau Mulbridge.
Everything is so well arranged here. I don't see why they've got to
take him to the church.
Kellermann.
The official statement is that it will prevent any demonstration in the
street. You know, the town folks haven't taken very kindly to this
murdering business of late. But, of course, that's not the real reason.
The truth of the matter is that several very influential ladies would
like to attend the funeral without being seen. H'm!--love never dies,
they say. Ah, the captain was no saint, I can tell you!
Frau Mulbridge.
What do you know about it?
Kellermann.
Oh, well, there's a lot of talk about the veiled figures that used to
go in and out of here at twilight. And if these mirrors could speak--!
That reminds me--I'd almost forgotten--we must cover the mirrors.
(Daisy _appears in front of the curtain. She is staring into space._)
Frau Mulbridge.
But since the casket is to be taken away in less than an hour--what's
the use?
Kellermann.
That doesn't make any difference. The mirrors have got to be draped. It
would be a blemish on my art--and I wouldn't answer for it.
Frau Mulbridge.
Daisy!
Daisy.
Yes, mother, dear.
Frau Mulbridge.
Go get a pair of lace curtains to hang over the mirrors.
Daisy.