Help! Help! (_He pushes open the door and escapes, screaming_. Julia _rushes out through the door at the left_. Wittich _dashes after her. A piercing shriek is heard. After a short pause_, Julia _appears at the large door in the centre. She tries to go further, fails, supports herself against the door posts for an instant, and then reels into the room. She attempts to lean against the small table in the centre, but falls to the floor, dying. As she falls the small table is upset, burying her beneath a shower of roses._ _Through the doorway at the left_, Wittich _is heard, sobbing and groaning. In the distance_ Pierre _is shouting for help. The sound of many voices, growing louder as the curtain falls._) II MARGOT A PLAY IN ONE ACT CHARACTERS Herr Ebeling, a lawyer. Frau von Yburg. Margot, her daughter. Doctor von Tietz. Bonath, a secretary. A Servant. The Present Day The scene is laid in a large German city. MARGOT _The richly furnished office of a prosperous lawyer. Pictures, bronzes, carved furniture, costly hangings. In the foreground, on the left, a window; turned toward it, a writing-table with a writing-chair behind. Near the window, a leather arm-chair. At the narrow side of the table, in the foreground, a low seat. On the right, a sofa, table, and chairs. In the background, a door which, when opened, reveals the clerks working at long tables. To the right, back, another door. The backward projection of the writing-table forms a revolving-stand for reference books. On the writing-table, among documents and writing materials, are photographs in standing frames and a slender vase filled with dark red roses._ _It is winter, about six o'clock in the evening. The lamps are lighted._ Ebeling _is seated in the writing-chair. He is a man of about forty, attractive, winning in manner, his clothes betokening wealth and refinement; he wears a short, dark beard, and his hair is slightly gray at the temples_. Von Tietz, _sitting opposite him in the arm-chair, is about thirty, very smartly dressed--in appearance a type of the ordinary drawing-room devotee._ Ebeling (_holding out a box of cigars_). There! Now let's chat. Will you smoke? v. Tietz (_helping himself_). Really now--if I'm disturbing you---- Ebeling. See here, my dear fellow, if you were disturbing me, I'd make short work of you. But (_looking toward the clock_) my office hours are over. And we'll find out immediately what else there is. (_He rings._) Bonath _appears with a bundle of papers_. Ebeling. Is any one still there?