The Joy of Living (Es lebe das Leben): A Play in Five ActsSudermann, Hermann
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The Joy of Living (Es lebe das Leben): A Play in Five Acts
Sudermann, Hermann
German drama -- Translations into English
Even if he had come sooner he could not have prevented anything.
Dearest, Michael may come back at any moment, and when he comes we must
be ready----
Richard.
Don't go on, Beata. Let us suppose the worst: say that Meixner has
unearthed a few suspicious circumstances--what use can he make of them?
He can't produce any proofs.
Beata.
Who knows?
Richard.
Where are they to come from? The few letters we exchanged were burnt
long ago. Copies are not admitted as evidence. He will not be allowed
to testify on oath. We have only to keep ourselves in hand as well as
we did yesterday, and the whole story will fall to the ground.
Beata.
And Michael?
Richard.
Michael?
Beata.
Suppose he questions you?
Richard.
There can be but one answer, I think.
Beata.
In our class there is something we call a "word of honour." If he asks
you for _that_--? You don't answer.
Richard (_confused, breathing heavily_).
We haven't reached that point yet, Beata--and if he does--why, we two
are chained together by our past, we are answerable to no one but
ourselves. That is all there is left to us.
Beata.
Is that your answer? You, who tell me you have wrestled with yourself
all night because--Richard, I don't believe you!
Richard.
Believe me or not, but be sure that, whatever happens, no suspicion
shall fall on you--on either of us. And now I beg of you--let me see
Michael alone.
Beata (_smiling_).
Alone?
Richard.
I----
Beata (_still smiling_).
Hush! Do you hear his latch-key?
Richard.
Beata, I implore you. You are not fit to bear what is coming! If you
value your life, go----
Beata.
I value yours, and therefore I shall stay.
_Enter_ Kellinghausen.
Kellinghausen (_very gravely_).
Good-afternoon, Richard. (_Shakes hands with him_.)
Richard.
Good-afternoon, Michael.
Kellinghausen (_to_ Beata).
Has any one been here?
Beata.
Norbert--and Dr. Kahlenberg. No one else.
Kellinghausen.
Kahlenberg? At this hour? Is any one ill?
Beata.
No. He merely came to see me. Shall I give you some tea?
Kellinghausen.
Thanks, no. Richard, you don't want any either? Then, if you'll come
into my study----
Richard.
With pleasure.
Beata.
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