Roses: Four One-Act Plays: Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away PrincessSudermann, Hermann
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Roses: Four One-Act Plays: Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away Princess
Sudermann, Hermann
German drama -- Translations into English
Daisy.
Oh, Tempski might have gossiped, you know.
Frau Mulbridge.
And so he let _you_ open the door?
Daisy.
I never gossip, mother.
Frau Mulbridge.
I'm finding things out now! Why did I never hear of this before?
Daisy.
Oh, you were always in the stables with father in the evening.
Frau Mulbridge.
And there I was trying to keep this child from any knowledge of the
things that went on in here--and he----
v. Wolters.
We've no time for that now, Frau Mulbridge. Daisy, you will watch
outside, won't you?
Frau Mulbridge (_protesting_).
Oh, that's too----
Daisy (_firmly_).
Yes, I'll watch. (_The bell rings softly._) Should I----? (v. Wolters
_nods._)
Frau Mulbridge (_calling her back_).
Daisy! (Daisy _goes out without noticing her mother._)
v. Wolters.
May I ask, Frau Mulbridge, that you----
Frau Mulbridge.
Very well. We have served him faithfully, and I'll not start making any
trouble now at the end. (_Exit, left_. v. Wolters _goes to the door at
the right, listens, and then opens it cautiously_. The Unknown Lady
_enters. She is heavily veiled, dressed entirely in black, and carries
a spray of white roses. As she enters, she staggers slightly and leans
against the writing-table for support._)
v. Wolters (_who has softly locked the door_).
May I show you the way, Countess? (The Lady _shakes her head and
motions questioningly toward the back_. v. Wolters _nods, and she goes
out through the curtained doorway. After a short pause_, v. Wolters
_opens the door at the right._)
v. Wolters (_calling_).
Daisy! (Daisy _appears at the threshold._) Kindly see that no one
enters the house while this lady is here--no one, do you understand?
Daisy.
Oh, yes, I understand very well.
v. Wolters.
It may be that she has something else to say to me. If the men should
come for the casket before she has left, take them around the other
way. Keep the main entrance clear.
Daisy.
No, that wouldn't be safe.
v. Wolters.
Well, what shall we do?
Daisy (_breathing heavily_).
I'll--think of something.
v. Wolters.
His death grieves you, too, dear child?
Daisy.
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