[The Ostnia-Westland Room. It is evening. As the curtain rises, we see on the left of the stage, DR. THORVALD, MRS. THORVALD, MARTHA and ERIC, drinking a bedtime cup of tea. ERIC, as usual, is watching ANNA VRODNY, who sits sewing on the right of the stage, with OSWALD and COL. HUSSEK. COL. HUSSEY, has the newspaper. OSWALD is lazily smoking. Both wireless sets are switched on, but silent.]
ANNA. Please come to bed, Grandpa. It's after eleven. You look tired out.
COL. HUSSEK. Nonsense, my dear! Never felt better in my life! Must wait to hear the news. Westland will have to admit responsibility. She can't get round the evidence. I tell you, this means war!
OSWALD. Thank God I'm fat and fifty! No more wars for us, Colonel! We've done our share!
COL. HUSSEK. I never thought I'd hear a nephew of mine confess to being a coward! It's the greatest regret of my life that I--
ANNA. Oh, Grandfather, don't excite yourself! You