Kellinghausen.
Good-bye. (He goes out. Beata rings and Conrad enters.)
Beata.
Ask Countess Ellen to bring me my drops. (Conrad goes out. Beata stretches out her arms and passes her hands over her face.)
Enter Ellen.
Ellen (in the doorway).
Mother! Are you ill? (Beata stretches out her arms again, half beckoning Ellen, half warding her off. Ellen, hastening to her.) Mother! Mother! what is it?
Beata (softly).
Nothing, nothing. (She strokes Ellen's hair, lets her arms slip gradually from the girl's shoulders, and finds the phial containing the drops in her left hand. A long shudder.) Give me the drops.
Ellen.