CHRISTINE. If you have finished now, I shall ask permission to tell in a single word what Luther is—just one word!
OLAVUS. Oh, do, before you burst!
CHRISTINE. Luther is dead!
OLAVUS. Dead?
CHRISTINE. That's what my brother-in-law writes me in this letter from Magdeburg.
OLAVUS. [Rising] Dead! [To REGINALD] My poor Alexander, what will you pull to pieces now?
REGINALD. First the universe, and then myself.
OLAVUS. [Pushing him toward the door at the left] Go ahead, then, but begin with yourself. The universe will always remain.
CHRISTINE. [As she rises and is about to go out with REGINALD] Will there be peace on earth now?
OLAVUS. That will never be!—Let me have that letter.