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Rh Chadima.—You see, you see, she is better than a lawyer! (Goes out with .)

It is growing dark; the moonlight shimmers through the trees.

in the rear looks out towards the right and begins to beckon, whereupon the Teacher's Assistant and come in from the right, each with a hunter's horn under his arm.

Roubal.—Damna—! Why so late?—The directress is already anxious to go home. Here, here, I say. (Leads them towards the temple.) Go up the steps, and then blow your horns in a hurry—but (to the Teacher's Assistant) I can tell you this—

The Teacher's Assistant and mount the steps and blow their horns.

The moon shines forth.

Meanwhile, before the fanfare is concluded, there is heard from the left a powerful chorus of male voices: