Very true, Consul.
Bernick.
But, first of all, absolute certainty—and, until then, silence.
Krap.
Not a word, Consul; and you shall have absolute certainty.
[He goes out through the garden and down the street.
Bernick.
[Half aloud.] Horrible! But no, it’s impossible—inconceivable!
[As he turns to go to his own room Hilmar Tönnesen enters from the right.
Hilmar.