Each of the band in turn came forward, gave his vote and "Edward
Oldendorf" issued from the lips of all. Then finally came this
Piepenbrink. Before voting he asked the man next to him: "Is the
professor sure of it?" "Yes," was the reply. "Then I, as last voter,
choose as member of Parliament"--[_Stops._]
ADELAIDE.
The professor?
SENDEN.
No. "A most clever and cunning politician," so he put it, "Dr. Conrad
Bolz." Then he turned short around and his henchmen followed him.
ADELAIDE (_aside, smiling_).
Aha!
SENDEN.
Oldendorf is member by a majority of two votes.
COLONEL.
Ugh!
SENDEN.
It is a shame! No one is to blame for this result but these
journalists of the _Union_. Such a running about, an intriguing, a
shaking of hands with all the voters, a praising of this Oldendorf, a
shrugging of the shoulders at us--and at you, dear Sir!
COLONEL.
Indeed?
IDA.
That last is not true.
ADELAIDE (_to_ SENDEN).
Show some regard, and spare those here.
COLONEL.
You are trembling, my daughter. You are a woman, and let yourself be
too much affected by such trifles. I will not have you listen to these
tidings any longer. Go, my child! Why, your friend has won, there is
no reason for you to cry! Help her, Miss Adelaide!
IDA (_is led by_ ADELAIDE _to the side door on the left;
entreatingly_.)
Leave me! Stay with father!
SENDEN.
Upon my honor, the bad faith and arrogance with which this paper is
edited are no longer to be endured.
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