"The peasants are prepared?"
"Yes. The seed is ripe. They are only waiting for the order to begin to sow.
"We must speak about this matter at greater length, but not here. Did you notice the man who was reading the paper over there a little while ago?"
"Yes; he did not look as if he could instil confidence into any one; I think he must be a lackey."
"He could be a spy too; when can we speak to one another undisturbed?"
"This evening after the performance, either in your room or in mine."
"Let it be in yours; we can wait until the others sleep; let your door remain open, Girdel."
"I will not fail to do so."
"Then it is settled; keep mum. No one must know of our presence here."