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This is dreadful what you say.



Horror is hovering above us.

[A distant rumbling.



Do you hear a sort of thunder?



Alas! is the war still going on?

[''The throb of a motor-car, sirens. Enter'' .]



Dollarson!



Mr. Dollarson, there’s a sort of thunder can be heard.



I’m scared out of my wits.



Hasn’t the war stopped yet?



The war has been successfully concluded. The turmoil of war is disposed of, the cannon are mute, and amid the dawn red with heroes’ blood a new day is being born. We have won the war. The Land of Hopes is ours. Now all we need do is to take charge of the territory thus acquired. Let the busy hand seize upon it!

[A short pause.