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25. Profezor Bernhandi
30 PROFESSOR BERNHARDI: A PLAY
Bernhardi: Good-bye, Flint. (Hesitating¬
ly.) I thank you.
Flint: You must not do that. Dur sympa¬
thy rests on firmer ground.
(Exit Flint.)
Bernhardi (stands lost in thought): Well—
we shall see.
CURTAIN.
PROFESSOR BERNHARDI: A PLAY 31
ACT III.
Conference room in the Elizabethinum.—
Long green table, electric lights, pictures on
walls. A portrait of the Empress Elizabeth
over the door. It is the evening after the ball.
Hochroitzpointner sits at the table, writing.
Enter Doctor Schreimann, tall, bald, with mar¬
tial black moustache. He is a baptized Jew.
Enter Ebenwald.
Ebenwald (to Hochroitzpointner, who rises
with signs of great respect): Do you know
where vou danced last night, Hochroitzpoint¬
ner? On a volcano!
Hochroitzpointner: It was hot, Professor.
Ebenwald (to Schreimann): May I depend
upon vou when we meet afterwards?
Schreimann: I told you before that I could
not look at that affair from a religious stand¬
point. Even if I were a Jew, I would have to
be against Bernhardi; and I assure you, that
for one of my race, it takes more courage to
profess Christianity than to keep the faith in
which vou were reared. I should have led an
easier time as a Zionist.
Ebenwald: Probably, vou might have had
a professorship in Jerusalem.
Schreimann (with a gesture): Bunk!!
(Enter Doctor Pflugfelder. About sixty¬
five vears old. Type of a scientist. Wears
spectacles.)
Pflugfelder: Good evening, gentlemen! Do