H'm--yes--quite so. (_There is a long silence_.) Brachtmann (_to_ Baron Ludwig). Your brother may not be able to find a doctor. Baron Ludwig. We must hope for the best. (_Another silence_.) Prince. Perhaps we had better be going---- Brachtmann. (_Nods his assent; then to_ Baron Ludwig.) Are you coming? Baron Ludwig. I shall wait for my brother. (_He shakes hands with them_.) Prince. H'm. (_He and_ Brachtmann _go out_. Baron Ludwig _walks up and down the room shaking his head_.) _Enter_ Conrad. Baron Ludwig. Well? Conrad. I can't say yet, your Excellency. (_He goes to the table_.) We are looking for the drops. Countess Ellen gave them to the Countess herself before luncheon. Baron Ludwig. I thought I saw something in her hand at luncheon. Has any one looked in her hand? Conrad. No. (_He goes out. There is a pause_.) _Enter_ Richard _and a doctor_. Richard. Well? Has anything---- Baron Ludwig. Nothing. Richard. Will you come this way, doctor? The Doctor. Thank you. (Richard _and the doctor go out_. Baron Ludwig _continues to pace the floor_.) _Enter_ Norbert _by door on the right_. Norbert. Uncle, what has happened? I've just met Brachtmann and Usingen. They said--uncle-- (Baron Ludwig _points silently to the door on the left_. Norbert _hurries through it. Another pause_. Baron Ludwig _continues to pace up and down. The doctor_, Richard _and_ Michael _come slowly into the room_.) The Doctor (_after a silence_). Count, I am extremely sorry to have come too late. But it may be some comfort to you to know that I could have done nothing. Death was the result of heart disease--the end must have been instantaneous. May I ask who was the Countess's regular physician? Kellinghausen. Dr. Kahlenberg. The Doctor. I will notify him at once. Permit me to offer my sympathy. Kellinghausen. Thank you, doctor. (_Shakes his hand and accompanies him to the door. The doctor goes out_. Baron Ludwig _shakes_ Kellinghausen's _hand silently, nods to_ Richard _and withdraws_.) Richard. Thank you, Michael--for letting me be with her---- Kellinghausen. Read this. (_Hands him_ Beata's _letter_.) Richard. (_Takes the letter, shudders at sight of the handwriting, tries to read it, and then hands it back_.) I cannot----