(The Cemetery of the Convent of St. Clara. In the background appears a partly demolished convent building, from which a gang of workmen are carrying out timber and debris. At the left is a mortuary chapel. Its windows are lighted from within, and whenever the door is opened, a brilliantly illuminated crucifix on the chancel wall, with a sarcophagus standing in front of it, becomes visible. A number of the graves have been opened. The moon is just rising from behind the ruined convent. Windrank is seated outside the chapel door. Singing is heard from within the chapel.)
[Enter Nils.]
Nils (goes up to Windrank). Good evening, Windrank.
Windrank. Please don't talk to me.
Nils. What's the matter now?
Windrank. Didn't you hear what I told you?
Nils. Has your scurvy ending as a skipper affected you so badly that you think of turning monk?
Windrank. 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57.
Nils. You haven't lost your reason, have you?
Windrank. 58, 59, 60—In the name of Jesu, get away from here!