[Eleonora and Benjamin start and listen.]
ELIS. A burglary! Where?
MRS. HEYST. At the florist's on Cloister street. But the whole thing is very peculiar. It's supposed to have happened this way: the florist closed his place and went to church where his son—or was it his daughter?—was being confirmed. When he returned, about three o'clock—or perhaps it was four, but that doesn't matter—well, he found the door of the store wide open and his flowers were gone—at least a whole lot of them. [They all look at her questioningly.] Well, anyway, a yellow tulip was gone, which he missed first.
ELIS. A yellow tulip? Had it been a lily I would have been afraid.
MRS. HEYST. No, it was a tulip, that's sure, well, they say the police are on the track of the thief anyway.
[Eleonora has risen as if to speak, but is quieted by Benjamin, who goes to her and whispers something to her.]
MRS. HEYST. Think of it, on Holy Thursday! When young people are being confirmed at the church, to break into a place and steal! Oh, the town must be full of rogues, and that's why they throw innocent people into prison!
ELIS. Do you know who it is they suspect?
MRS. HEYST. No. But it was a peculiar thief. He didn't take any money from the cash drawer.
CHRISTINE. Oh, that this day were ended!