[Goes to rear of stage.]
COLONEL (to BOLZ).
Sir, I wish the conversation between us to end.
BOLZ (speaking back at him from the window).
In your position, Colonel, I find the desire very natural. [Looking out again.] A brilliant procession! They all carry paper lanterns, and on the lanterns are inscriptions! Besides the ordinary club mottoes, I see others. Why isn't Bellmaus ever looking when he might be helping the newspaper! [Taking out a note book.] We'll quickly note those inscriptions for our columns. [Over his shoulder.] Pardon me! Oh, that is truly remarkable: "Down with our enemies!" And here a blackish lantern with white letters—"Death to the Union!" Holy thunder! [Calls out of the window.] Good evening, gentlemen!
COLONEL (going up to him).
Sir, you're in league with the devil!
BOLZ (turning quickly around).
Very kind of you, Colonel, to show yourself at the window with me.
[COLONEL retreats.]