The Unknown Lady. Lieutenant Von Wolters. Mulbridge, a horse-trainer. His Wife. Daisy, their daughter. Kellermann. Tempski, an orderly. A Groom.

_The scene is laid in a large German garrison_.

Roses: Four One-Act Plays — Part 28

Well, now we have seen our poor, dear captain for the last time.

Roses: Four One-Act Plays — Part 28

Yes. He was a good fellow, our captain and--awfully fond of horses.

Roses: Four One-Act Plays — Part 28

Why, Daisy, what's the matter, dear? You've been standing here all alone, and yet, until now, you wouldn't stir from the coffin.

I saw him quite well from here, mother, dear.

My girlie--my little girl. Yes--we all loved him.

(_To_ Tempski, _who is sobbing._) There, there, Tempski, hush now. (_A bell rings, right._) There's the bell; go and open the door. (Tempski _goes out at the right._)

(Lieutenant von Wolters _enters. He is an attractive young officer, very smart in appearance, wearing the uniform of an Uhlan_. Kellermann, _a self-possessed, sharp-eyed man, follows him. While they are entering_, Tempski _comes in at the right, quietly places a wreath on one of the piles near the columns, and goes out again._)

Well, Herr-- (_He puts his hand to his eyes, overcome for the moment, then stiffly, trying to conceal his emotion._) Herr--Kellermann was the name, wasn't it?

You have done everything very satisfactorily. I am much obliged to you. You understand that the removal of the coffin to the church is to be accomplished as secretly as possible.

I'm silent as the grave, Lieutenant. My business sort of carries that with it, don't you know.

It will be dark about half past five. I have ordered the troops that are to accompany the casket to be here at half past six. At the church--the catafalque and the rest--I can confidently leave all that to you?

Most assuredly, Lieutenant. I shall see that everything is of the finest.

But remember your instructions: all superfluous ostentation is to be rigorously avoided--to-morrow at the funeral procession, also.

I understand, Lieutenant--because of the way he met his death.

The reason does not concern you. (_Turns to go._)

Mulbridge. Beg pardon, Lieutenant, but may I speak to you? I've been in the captain's service seven years. I've been in Germany nearly eighteen years--have a German wife and daughter. I'm not as young as I used to be. What's going to become of the horses and the racing-stable, and-- the rest?