Otto.

In flames. I've just seen it fall.

Others.
In flames?

Otto.
A flaming ball of fire. [A low murmur, half moan, half growl.

Doctor.
God pity the poor brave souls who have perished in it!

Fritz.
And God punish the incarnate fiends who killed them! [The sound of cheering comes from without—faint and far away—as if the whole city were shouting in joy.] Listen! Shouting, cheering, rejoicing!

Hoffmann.
Yet we are " the barbarians"! [Derisive laughter about the table.

Doctor.
Come, let us get on then. Has Margaret arrived?

Otto.
Not yet, sir.

Doctor.
Where are your aunt and Freda?

Otto
In auntie's bedroom.