"Hahn."
"I am here."
"Ah, yes! I leave the child to your care and Gretel——"
"Yes"
"She is to be brought up just as I have done. Should she love him, the old tragedy will come again. She must never know love——" Then he yawned, and yawned, rousing slightly as they cut his sleeve to pieces in an attempt to reach the wound. He didn't seem to care. He spoke only once again: "Hahn!"
"I am listening."
The wind in the pine-trees, and the fox in the wood and the slobbering of the torches filled the silence.
"I am listening."
"He is dead," said Von der Goltz.