Who will order you to rest during the other twenty-four.
Baron Ludwig.
We all get that order sooner or later, doctor--and from a chief we have to obey. (In a low voice.) How is the Countess?
Kahlenberg (same tone).
No worse. (To Beata.) And now, my dear lady, I must be off--but what's the matter?
Beata (joyously excited, a paper in her hand).
Oh, nothing--nothing--nothing----
Kahlenberg (in a tone of friendly reproach).
You know I've warned you----
Beata.