Part 42 (1/2)

Well?

Kellinghausen.

Go on.

Beata.

You had something to say.

Kellinghausen (_confused_).

I--I was only going to tell you--that there will be no duel.

Beata.

Ah.--Then the danger I spoke of is removed, and I----

_Enter_ Conrad.

Conrad.

His Highness Prince Usingen and Baron Brachtmann are in the drawing-room.

Kellinghausen.

I will come at once. (Conrad _goes out_.)

Beata.

If you don't mind I will join you at table.

Kellinghausen.

You are not well.

Beata (_carelessly_).

It's nothing to speak of. Don't keep them waiting.--(Kellinghausen _stands before her, shaken with tearless sobs_. Beata _goes up to him and lays her hand softly on his arm_.) Michael, dear, when I think how I have hurt you I should like to fall down before you and kiss your hands--I should like to show you--what is in my heart--but it's too late to say such things now----

Kellinghausen.

Good-bye. (_He goes out_. Beata _rings and_ Conrad _enters_.)

Beata.

Ask Countess Ellen to bring me my drops. (Conrad _goes out_. Beata _stretches out her arms and pa.s.ses her hands over her face_.)

_Enter_ Ellen.

Ellen (_in the doorway_).