Trast. You see, gentlemen, that was madness and he was treated as a madman. Then the fellow showed his real nature. Like a thug he waited for the young nobleman and he shot him down. He was sentenced, and even under the very gallows the fool declared,--his name was Pepe--that he was dying for his honor. Gentlemen, isn't that absurd?
Robert. (Who has made his appearance unobserved) You are mistaken, my friend! This fool was right. I should have acted exactly the same way.
Trast. Oh, oh, it's you! (Going quickly to him) You don't know these people! Don't look around. Come with me. (Draws him toward the door)
Robert. Isn't that Kurt?
Trast. They are strangers.--Come. You will excuse me, gentlemen? We are in a hurry. Goodbye.
Lothar. (To Kurt) Now, I'll settle him. (To Trast) Permit me just one more question, Count. (Affectedly) If you intend to do away with honor entirely; what do you expect gentlemen of honor to put in its place?
Trast. (Straightening up) Duty, young man--(To himself) This is certainly unpleasant, Gentlemen----
Kurt. (As Trast and Robert are about to leave) It was a great honor to our house, Count.
Robert. Pardon me, but you are Herr Kurt Muhlingk?
Kurt. That is my name?