Frau Mulbridge.
Now that the child isn't here--tell me, Herr Kellermann, do you know
anything about the cause of the duel? We're all groping in the dark
here at the house.
Kellermann.
Well, they're saying all sorts of things. But the dead are my friends.
I never say anything against them. It's a business principle with me.
Frau Mulbridge.
Yes--but the man who shot him, is he still walking around free as air?
Kellermann.
Yes, that's the way with these fine folks. They fall upon one another
like highwaymen. Your honour or your life! The man who survives can
laugh. The man who falls--well, he falls into my arms. But, see here,
getting into a duel with that fellow, that Baron Renoir--why it was
nothing short of suicide! I tell you, where that man goes, no grass
grows! On the turf, at the card-table, with the women--always the same
story. That man shot him down like a rabbit. Oh, of course, it's
always a fine thing to lay down your life for a woman. That's a phrase
that----
Frau Mulbridge.
Do you really think that a woman----?
Kellermann.
Sh! Here comes your little girl. (Daisy _enters with two vases, which
she is carrying very carefully._)
Frau Mulbridge.
What's that you're bringing?
Daisy.