Teja (_exclaims half to himself_). They also! (_Aloud_.) Truly we are a nation of kings. It is our misfortune. So come! (_He strides to the background. The others follow. Amid the noisy cries of the people greeting the King, the curtain falls_.) II FRITZCHEN A DRAMA IN ONE ACT PERSONS Herr von Drosse, Major (retired), Lord of the Manor. Helene, his wife. Fritz, their son. Agnes, niece of Frau von Drosse. Von Hallerpfort, lieutenant. Stephan, overseer. Wilhelm, servant. FRITZCHEN _The action takes place on Herr von Drosse's estate. Time, the present_. _The scene represents a drawing-room on the ground floor. In the rear are wide glass doors which stand open, and permit a view of the terrace and splendid park lying beyond. Windows to the right and left. On the right side, a sofa with table and chairs; on the left, a secretary with writing materials. Handsome old-fashioned decorations, pictures of battles, portraits in oval frames, racing prints, etc. The terrace is sheltered by a broad awning which slightly subdues the glare of the bright summer afternoon._ _FIRST SCENE_. Wilhelm (_servant over sixty, in half livery, is engaged in arranging the samovar for the afternoon coffee_). Agnes (_extremely slender, nervous, with traces of mental distress--twenty years of age--blonde hair smoothed on the temples, light muslin gown, a garden hat in her hand--enters from the terrace_). Agnes. Wilhelm, has the postman been here? Wilhelm (_sighing_). Yes, yes, he was here. Agnes. Where are the things? Wilhelm. They are on the table, Fräulein. Agnes. (_Goes quickly to the table and with feverish haste looks through the small pile of newspapers and letters lying there_.) Again, nothing! Wilhelm. Yes, indeed--and this is the seventh day. Ah, it is really heart-breaking. Agnes. Are your master and mistress still taking their afternoon nap? Wilhelm. I have just heard the Major. He will be here directly--there he is now! _SECOND SCENE_. THE SAME. MAJOR VON DROSSE (_about fifty, tall, broad-shouldered, rather stout. Dark-grayish full beard parted in the middle, waving right and left over his shoulders. In the full, well-browned face with flashing eyes and bushy eyebrows, there are energy and abundant vitality, controlled by the self-command and chivalric manner of an old officer. Brief in speech, domineering, but never without a gleam of inner kindness_). Major.