[_The men have lifted up the corpse; exeunt with_ MÖLLER.] SCENE VII ROBERT, _alone; then_ ANDREW; _finally_ LINDENSCHMIED. ROBERT. Disgraceful! Disgraceful! Could it be possible that Andrew was capable of this kind of revenge? And I must believe it--I must! The dying man said it; he had threatened him with it--it was his gun--and all this is real--here the murdered man died--here is--with his blood he wrote it in the turf, so that I can have no doubt. And such men stand between me and my happiness? Take a firm stand, Robert; here everything is at stake. You are dealing with men who are afraid of no crime. Who comes there? It is Andrew himself. [_Shouting to_ ANDREW, _who is not yet visible_.] Come on! If you are looking for me, murderer! You shall not find me defenseless and unwary as Godfrey-- ANDREW (_entering, pale and tottering_). Godfrey?-- ROBERT. There they carry him. He has been murdered, and you have done it. ANDREW (_angrily_). I, Robert? ROBERT. The murdered man recognized you and your gun--and your conscience betrays you. ANDREW. Hear me--for God's sake! [LINDENSCHMIED _comes stealing along the rocky path in the background_.] ROBERT. Flee, murderer! Every step carries you nearer the gallows! Here is the blood that accuses you, and you yourself carry the confession on your pale face. The fever that shakes you testifies against you. ANDREW. May the fever rack your bones, shameless liar! The gun was stolen from me by Lindenschmied, who was on the lookout for Godfrey. I hurried after him as soon as I learned it. I fell in a swoon--by sheer will-force I recovered from the swoon--and-- ROBERT. You say it is Lindenschmied who-- ANDREW. If you do not believe me, look there toward the rocky path-- ROBERT. Murderer, stand! Or I shoot you down! [LINDENSCHMIED _hurries across the stage on the rocky path._ ROBERT _follows him below_.] ANDREW (_totters after him_). Be careful, Robert! The man is desperate--it is a matter of life and death. LINDENSCHMIED. Stand back! I'll shoot. ROBERT (_also behind the scenes_). Down with your gun, and stand! ANDREW. He is taking aim--jump aside, Robert! [_Two shots are heard in succession_.] Now it is done! [_Disappears in the bushes_.] * * * * * SCENE VIII _The Manor House_. _Enter_ STEIN, _uneasy; then_ BASTIAN; _later, the_ PASTOR. STEIN. I wonder whether Möller forgot to send some one to look for Robert? Or should the boy--that quarrel with Andrew! Bastian! [BASTIAN _appears at the door_.] Where is the bookkeeper? BASTIAN. Toward evening he went to the blast-furnace. STEIN. Hasn't Robert been home again since noon? BASTIAN. Mr. Robert made preparations for a journey, and then went away with Katharine, the Steward's daughter. [STEIN _makes a sign of dismissal. Exit_ BASTIAN.] STEIN. And the pastor--he might have been back long ago. BASTIAN (_at the door_). The pastor. STEIN. In the nick of time!