German drama -- Translations into English; Tragedies (Drama)
GESCHWITZ--How the attendants in the hospital got out of her way
yesterday! That was a refreshing sight. The garden was still as
the grave: in the loveliest noon sunlight the convalescents didn’t
venture out of doors. Away back by the contagious ward she stepped out
under the mulberry trees and swayed on her ankles on the gravel. The
doorkeeper had recognized me, and a young doctor who met me in the
corridor shrunk up as tho a revolver shot had struck him. The Sisters
vanished into the big rooms or stayed stuck against the walls. When
I came back there was not a soul to be seen in the garden or at the
gate. No better chance could have been found, if we had had the curséd
passports. And now the fellow says he isn’t going with her!
RODRIGO--I understand the poor hospital-brothers. One has a bad foot
and another has a swollen cheek, and there bobs up in the midst of them
the incarnate death-insurance-agentess! In the Hall of the Knights, as
the blessed division was called from which I organized my spying, when
the news got around there that Sister Theophila had departed this life,
not one of the fellows could be kept in bed. They scrambled up to the
window-bars, if they had to drag their pains along with them by the
hundredweight. I never heard such swearing in my life!
ALVA--Allow me, Fräulein von Geschwitz, to come back to my proposition
once more. Tho she shot my father in this very room, still I can see
in the murder, as in the punishment, nothing but a horrible misfortune
that has befallen =her=; nor do I think that my father, if he had come
through alive, would have withdrawn his support from her entirely.
Whether your plan for freeing her will succeed still seems to me very
doubtful, tho I wouldn’t like to discourage you; but I can find no
words to express the admiration with which your self-sacrifice, your
energy, your superhuman scorn of death, inspires me. I don’t believe
any man ever risked so much for a woman, let alone for a friend. I am
not aware, Fräulein von Geschwitz, how rich you are, but the outlay
for what you have accomplished must have shattered your fortune. May
I venture to offer you a loan of 20,000 marks--which I should have no
trouble raising for you in cash?
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