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 ).—There is where you can be of service. (Having sent all out, he takes up the pistol.) So? (He stands over, then with a sob takes the cross for distinguished service off the wall and pins it on him.)

Forgive Burris, our score is even now.

(Through the open door enter two officers accompanied by the steward. They enter, but remain near the threshold.)

Rudolph (To officers).—Unser Gegner, meine Herren!

(Both salute and step in. Finally, clad in her night robes, her hair down, plainly in delirium, staggers in.)