BRIQUET

[_Throwing his arms up_]: G.o.d! What is it? The Baron? What a calamity for our circus.

MANCINI

The Baron? The Baron? No. What are you standing here for? Ah!

BRIQUET

Calm down, Count. Who would have believed it? Such a respectable ...

gentleman!

HE

[_Lifting his head with difficulty; he sees only dimly with his dulled eyes_]: What more? What happened?

THOMAS

The Baron shot himself. Honestly. Straight here! He's lying out yonder.

HE

[_Thinking it over_]: Baron? [_Laughs._] Then the Baron burst?

JACKSON

Stop it! It's shameless. A man died and you.... What's the matter with you, HE?

HE

[_Stands up, lifted to his feet by the last gleam of consciousness and life, speaks strongly and indignantly_]: You loved her so much, Baron?

So much? My Consuelo? And you want to be ahead of me even _there_? No! I am coming. We shall prove then whose she is to be for ever....

[_He catches at his throat, falls on his back. People run to him.

General agitation._]

CURTAIN