A picture appears on the rocky wall in the rear: the home, with ADOLPH, AMELIA, ERIC, and THYRA around the Christmas tree; in the background, the PLAYMATE.
JUDGE. You say they are seated at the Christmas table rejoicing at our misfortune?—No, now you lie, for they are better than we!
THE OTHER ONE. What new tune is that? I have always heard that you were a righteous man——
JUDGE. I? I was a great sinner—the greatest one that ever was!
THE OTHER ONE. Hm! Hm!
JUDGE. And if you say anything of the children you are guilty of a sin. I know that they are praying for us.
OLD LADY. [On her knees] I can hear them tell their rosaries: hush—I hear them!
THE OTHER ONE. You are completely mistaken. What you hear is the song of the workmen who are tearing down the mausoleum.
JUDGE. The mausoleum! Where we were to have rested in peace!
PRINCE. Shaded by a dozen wreaths.