Kellinghausen.
Well, dear, good-bye. If Richard turns up, be sure you make him wait. I shall be back in an hour. (Kellinghausen and Brachtmann go out.)
Beata.
(Closing her eyes, with a miserable smile.) In an hour!
Enter Ellen.
Ellen (in the doorway).
Mother!
Beata.
Come in, dear child.
Ellen (kneeling down beside her).