softly whispered "Hush!" They stood quite still at this and glanced
obliquely toward the dead woman, as though this request for silence
had emanated from the very shadows of the curtains. In the heavy,
peaceful stillness which ensued, a void, deathly stillness which
made them conscious of the stiff dead body lying stretched close by
them, the cries of the mob burst forth:
"A BERLIN! A BERLIN! A BERLIN!"
But soon they forgot. Lea de Horn, who had a political salon where