“Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth peace....”
(There is silence for a moment, then a pistol-shot, a scream, and a roar of drunken laughter without, followed by a furious pounding on the door. Bettine runs to her mother.)
Brander.
Here, Tarrasch, what the devil are we to do
About this child?
(He calls through the door.)
Clear out of this! The house
Is full. We want to sleep.
(The uproar grows outside, and the pounding is resumed. There is a crash of broken glass at the window.)
Bettine.
Mother, I’m frightened!
It is the Boches! Mother, it is the Boches!
Where are the British, mother? You said the British
Were sure to be here first!