THE GLAZIER. I have known it, but cannot remember.
THE DAUGHTER. I believe a prisoner is kept there—and he must be waiting for me to set him free.
THE GLAZIER. And what is he to pay for it?
THE DAUGHTER. One does not bargain about one's duty. Let us go into the castle.
THE GLAZIER. Yes, let us go in.
They go toward the background, which opens and slowly disappears to either side.
The stage shows now a humble, bare room, containing only a table and a few chairs. On one of the chairs sits an officer, dressed in a very unusual yet modern uniform. He is tilting the chair backward and beating the table with his sabre.
THE DAUGHTER. [Goes to the officer, from whose hand she gently takes the sabre] Don't! Don't!
THE OFFICER. Oh, Agnes dear, let me keep the sabre.
THE DAUGHTER. No, you break the table. [To THE GLAZIER.] Now you go down to the harness-room and fix that window pane. We'll meet later.