When the campaign was over-- The corpses floating on the freezing lake-- My Grandsire seeks my Father in his camp!

OBENAUS.

My Lord!

THE DUKE.

His _camp_!

OBENAUS.

Will nothing keep you quiet?

THE DUKE.

And so my Father grants my Grandsire peace!

DIETRICHSTEIN.

If any heard you!

THE DUKE.

And the conquered banners Distributed! Eight to the town of Paris--

[_The_ COUNTESS _and the_ YOUNG MAN _have gradually come out, pale and excited, from behind the screen. They listen to the_ DUKE _with increasing emotion, and suddenly the boxes they are carrying slip from their hands._]

OBENAUS.

[_Turning and seeing them._]

Oh!

THE DUKE.

The Senate fifty!

OBENAUS.

Look! The man and woman!

DIETRICHSTEIN.

Be off with you!

THE DUKE.

Fifty to Notre Dame!

OBENAUS.

Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!

THE DUKE.

And banners!

DIETRICHSTEIN.

Take your things!

[_He pushes them out._]

Be off! Be off!

THE DUKE.

And banners! And still banners!

[THE COUNTESS _and_ THE YOUNG MAN _go._]

DIETRICHSTEIN.

They heard it all!

THE DUKE.

And banners!

DIETRICHSTEIN.

What a business!

My Lord!

THE DUKE.

I'm dumb!

DIETRICHSTEIN.

A little late, my Lord!

What will Prince Metternich--? These people here!

THE DUKE.

Moreover, that's as far as I have got.

My dear professor--