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42 PROFESSOR BERNHARDI: A PLAY
ACT IV.
Salon at Bernhardi’s home. (Enter Pflug¬
felder, followed by Loewenstein.)
(Behind the scene.)
Loewenstein (breathless): Professor Pflug¬
felder?
Pflugfelder: Ahl Loewenstein—.
Loewenstein: I have been running after
you.
Pflugfelder:
Were you in court?
Loewenstein:
I was called to a case, while
they were debating about the term of punish¬
ment.
Pflugfelder: Two months.
Loewenstein: In spite of the testimony of
the priest?
Pflugfelder: His testimony, that he felt
only a slight touch on his shoulder, caused the
prosecuting attorney to represent His Rever¬
ence as an example of Christian forbearance
and kindness.
Loewenstein: Then Bernhardi has been
convicted solely on the testimony of that hys¬
terical Sister Ludmilla, and that rascal Hoch¬
roitzpointner. For all the other witnesses tes¬
tified in his favor; I must apologize to Adler,
for he acted splendidly, also Cyprian—not to
mention your son.
(Enter Cyprian.)
Pflugfelder: Where is Bernhardi?
Loewenstein: Do you suppose they kept
him at court?
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Cyprian: He will come with Goldenthal.
Loewenstein: Goldenthal acted like a scrub.
Well, what could you expect!
Cyprian: What do you mean?
Loewenstein: Those baptized ones!! His
wife wears a cross—so big—his son is being
educated by the Jesuits. That’s the kind.
With another counsel for the defense, this case
would have had a different ending.
Cyprian: I doubt that very much; perhaps
with another defendant.
(Enter Kurt.)
Pflugfelder (embracing him): Kurt!
Loewenstein (to Cyprian): What means
this touching scene?
Cyprian: Don't you know? Kurt called
Hochroitzpointner a liar, and was fined two
hundred crowns for contempt of court.
(Enter Goldenthal, Bernhardi’s attorney.
Fat, about forty-five years old. Curly black
hair streaked with gray; side-chops. Very
pompous.)
Goldenthal: Gentlemen! I desire to talk
seriously with you. I am glad that I advised
Bernhardi to leave court through the side
doors, I want vou all to assist me. Our dear
Professor Bernhardi, is—what shall I say—a
little stubborn. You know, his idea was to
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have His Excellency, the Minister, subpoenaed;
and now he plavs the insulted, and refuses to
avail himself of the privileges the law offers
him.
Pflugfelder (to Goldenthal): You want him
to appeal?
Goldenthal: Why most certainly!
25 Bernhardi
42 PROFESSOR BERNHARDI: A PLAY
ACT IV.
Salon at Bernhardi’s home. (Enter Pflug¬
felder, followed by Loewenstein.)
(Behind the scene.)
Loewenstein (breathless): Professor Pflug¬
felder?
Pflugfelder: Ahl Loewenstein—.
Loewenstein: I have been running after
you.
Pflugfelder:
Were you in court?
Loewenstein:
I was called to a case, while
they were debating about the term of punish¬
ment.
Pflugfelder: Two months.
Loewenstein: In spite of the testimony of
the priest?
Pflugfelder: His testimony, that he felt
only a slight touch on his shoulder, caused the
prosecuting attorney to represent His Rever¬
ence as an example of Christian forbearance
and kindness.
Loewenstein: Then Bernhardi has been
convicted solely on the testimony of that hys¬
terical Sister Ludmilla, and that rascal Hoch¬
roitzpointner. For all the other witnesses tes¬
tified in his favor; I must apologize to Adler,
for he acted splendidly, also Cyprian—not to
mention your son.
(Enter Cyprian.)
Pflugfelder: Where is Bernhardi?
Loewenstein: Do you suppose they kept
him at court?
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Cyprian: He will come with Goldenthal.
Loewenstein: Goldenthal acted like a scrub.
Well, what could you expect!
Cyprian: What do you mean?
Loewenstein: Those baptized ones!! His
wife wears a cross—so big—his son is being
educated by the Jesuits. That’s the kind.
With another counsel for the defense, this case
would have had a different ending.
Cyprian: I doubt that very much; perhaps
with another defendant.
(Enter Kurt.)
Pflugfelder (embracing him): Kurt!
Loewenstein (to Cyprian): What means
this touching scene?
Cyprian: Don't you know? Kurt called
Hochroitzpointner a liar, and was fined two
hundred crowns for contempt of court.
(Enter Goldenthal, Bernhardi’s attorney.
Fat, about forty-five years old. Curly black
hair streaked with gray; side-chops. Very
pompous.)
Goldenthal: Gentlemen! I desire to talk
seriously with you. I am glad that I advised
Bernhardi to leave court through the side
doors, I want vou all to assist me. Our dear
Professor Bernhardi, is—what shall I say—a
little stubborn. You know, his idea was to
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have His Excellency, the Minister, subpoenaed;
and now he plavs the insulted, and refuses to
avail himself of the privileges the law offers
him.
Pflugfelder (to Goldenthal): You want him
to appeal?
Goldenthal: Why most certainly!