Lona.
Oh, of course. Let me help you. [Takes one of the cords.] I shall let the curtain fall upon my brother-in-law—though I would rather raise it.
Rummel.
That you can do later. When the garden is filled with a surging multitude, then the curtains are drawn back, and reveal an astonished and delighted family. A citizen's home should be transparent to all the world.
[Bernick seems about to say something, but turns quickly and goes into his office.
Rummel.
Well, let us hold our last council of war. Come, Mr. Krap; we want you to supply us with a few facts.
[All the men go into the Consul's office. Lona has drawn all the curtains over the windows, and is just going to draw the curtain over the open glass door, when Olaf drops down from above, alighting at the top of the garden stair; he has a plaid over his shoulder and a bundle in his hand.
Lona.
Good heavens, child, how you startled me!
Olaf.
[Hiding the bundle.] Sh, auntie!
Lona.
Why did you jump out at the window?—Where are you going?
