SPITTA
No one is here.
WALBURGA
Oh, yes, there is, Erich. Mrs. John! She's asleep here.
SPITTA
[Approaching the sofa together with WALBURGA.] Is she asleep? So she is! I don't understand how anyone can sleep amidst this noise.
The music of the band trails off into silence.
WALBURGA
Oh, Erich, sh! I have a perfect horror of the woman. Can you understand anyhow why policemen are guarding the entrance downstairs and why they won't let us go out into the street? I'm so awfully afraid that, maybe, they'll arrest us and take us along to the station.