(Tarrasch wanders round the room, opening drawers and examining letters and other contents at the desk.)
Nanko.
That would be selfish, Rada. You know it’s Christmas Eve. Nobody ought to think of unpleasant things on Christmas Eve. What have you done with the Christmas-tree, Rada?
Brander.
And who’s to blame? That’s what I want to know. You don’t blame us, do you? We didn’t know where we were marching a month ago; and possibly we shall be fighting on your side against somebody else, a year hence.
Nanko.
Of course they didn’t know! Poor soldiers don’t.
Tarrasch (who has been trying the bedroom door).
In the meantime, what have you got behind that door? Give me the key.
Rada (hurriedly, and as if misunderstanding him, opens the cupboard. She speaks excitedly).