Conrad.
His Highness Prince Usingen and Baron Brachtmann are in the drawing-room.
Kellinghausen.
I will come at once. (Conrad goes out.)
Beata.
If you don't mind I will join you at table.
Kellinghausen.
You are not well.
Beata (carelessly).
It's nothing to speak of. Don't keep them waiting.--(Kellinghausen stands before her, shaken with tearless sobs. Beata goes up to him and lays her hand softly on his arm.) Michael, dear, when I think how I have hurt you I should like to fall down before you and kiss your hands--I should like to show you--what is in my heart--but it's too late to say such things now----