[_Starts to go.
Enter Arno excitedly. He is boyish and fair, in his early twenties, and
looks even younger than he really is._]
_Arno:_ [_To Hoffman._]
There's an order to march at once--your regiment.
_Hoffman:_
Now?
_Arno:_
At once. You are wanted. They told me to tell you.
[Illustration: ARNO: You are wanted.]
[_Hoffman moves with military precision to the door; then turns to
Hedwig._]
_Hoffman:_