Trast. That is a habit of mine. Herr Heinecke is at this moment in your father's office. Permit me to remain here a few minutes in order that I may shorten your meeting. I should like to prevent you two from shaking hands.
Kurt. The room is yours, Count.
Trast. I thank you. (They separate, and Trast looks at the pictures. Kurt walks excitedly away from the others)
Lothar. (To Hugo) What happened between those two? If I remember rightly there was a Count Trast in our regiment who came to a bad end. Wait a moment.
Hugo. (Nervously) You aren't going to start a quarrel?
Lothar. Why not? The other fellow has some scheme. (He approaches Trast) The Count seems to like solitude.
Trast. (Turning) Decidedly!
Lothar. That is rather impolite.
Trast. (Looking at him squarely) Ah! you seem to be carrying your sense of honor on your shoulder, Herr--er--pardon!
Lothar. My name is Lothar Brandt and I feel that it is necessary to add that I am Lieutenant of the Reserves in the Cuirassier Regiment "Crown Prince."