Sir, such brazen-facedness I have never yet experienced.
BOLZ (with a bow).
I am a journalist, and claim what you have just called the privilege of my profession.
[Grand march by brass band. Enter CARL quickly.]
COLONEL (going toward him).
Shut the garden gate; no one is to come in. [The music stops.]
BOLZ (at the window).
You are locking your friends out; this time I am innocent.
CARL.
Ah, Colonel, it is too late. The singers are back there in the garden, and in front a great procession is approaching the house; it is Mr. von Senden and the entire club.