The Lady.
I hope you'll come and take tea with me in the near future, Herr von
Wolters.
v. Wolters.
Pray, excuse me, but official duties will make it impossible for me
to----
The Lady.
(_Taken aback, but quickly recovering herself._) Thank you just the
same. (_A loud ring._)
Daisy (_starts and looks at the clock_).
There are the troops already.--Would you be so kind, Herr von
Wolters--? Please let no one come in here. (v. Wolters _bows and
hurries out at the right._) May I take you out the back way, my lady?
No one will see you--or at least, only my mother. (_As the heavy steps
of the soldiers are heard, to herself, in suppressed agony._) And
meanwhile--they will--take the coffin--away! (_Regaining possession of
herself._) But wouldn't it be better to drop your veil? (The Lady _does
so._) And your roses--do take them! (The Lady _snatches the roses from
her hand._) This way, please. (_She opens the door at the left and goes
out slowly behind_ The Lady, _her eyes turned longingly toward the room
behind._)
Curtain.