v. Wolters. Well then, listen. Some one wishes to come here before the casket is removed some one who must not be seen. Daisy. Very well. She may. v. Wolters (_amazed_). What----? She----? Daisy. Why, it must be the lady. v. Wolters. What lady? Daisy. The lady for whom he let himself be shot. v. Wolters. What! You know----? Daisy. She had to come, of course. Who else should it be? v. Wolters. H'm! Well then, listen carefully. If the undertaker--or any other stranger--should still be here when it begins to grow dark, throw on a wrap and wait at the door downstairs until a carriage stops. Will you? Daisy. Certainly I will. And Tempski? v. Wolters. Yes, Tempski, faithful as he is---- Daisy. Tempski was never around in those days. v. Wolters (_looking at her in astonishment_). Oh--so Tempski--was never--around--in those days! H'm! Well then, I'll undertake to get rid of Tempski myself. Thank you, my child. (_Gives her his hand, then aloud._) I have another errand, but I'll be back soon. (_Goes out at the right._) Frau Mulbridge. What did the lieutenant want of you? Daisy. Nothing in particular--something about the wreaths. Kellermann (_coming in from the back_). Yes, with all those wreaths, we'll have to have an extra carriage for the flowers. He was a fine man, he was--a highly respected man! And on horseback! Why, I've won every time I bet on him! Ah, yes, but sooner or later they all have to come to me! Frau Mulbridge. And he was such a kind master! He was just like a child sometimes--so light-hearted and happy--like a little boy! Lately, to be sure, he-- (_The bell rings._) Well, Daisy! Daisy. (_Who has stood without moving, lost in thought._) I guess Tempski will go. Frau Mulbridge. Yes, yes, you're right. Tempski is outside. Tempski (_brings in a wreath, sobbing_). F-from--our--major. Frau Mulbridge. Why, Tempski, it's perfectly natural that the major---- Tempski. From--our--major. Frau Mulbridge. Take the wreath from him, Daisy. Daisy. Yes, mother, dear. (_She does so_. Tempski _goes out, crying._) Kellermann (_reaching for the wreath_). From his major that must go on the coffin! Daisy. I'll do it. Kellermann (_in doubt_).