I have no objection to that.
(Exit.)
SCENE XI
Paul Werner, Franziska
FRAN.
Well, Mr. Sergeant!
WER.
Little woman, if I come again, shall I too come smartened up a bit?
FRAN.
Come as you please: my eyes will find no fault with you. But my ears will have to be so much the more on their guard. Twenty fingers, all full of rings. Ah! ah! Mr. Sergeant!
WER.
No, little woman; that is just what I wished to say to you. I only rattled on a little. There is nothing in it. One ring is quite enough for a man. Hundreds and hundreds of times I have heard the Major say—
"He must be a rascally soldier, who can mislead a young girl." So think I too, little woman. You may trust to that! I must be quick and follow him. A good appetite to you.
(Exit.)
FRAN.
The same to you! I really believe, I like that man!
(Going in, she meets Minna coming out.)
SCENE XII
Minna, Franziska
MIN.
Has the Major gone already, Franziska? I believe I should have been sufficiently composed again now to have detained him here.
FRAN.
And I will make you still more composed.
MIN.
So much the better! His letter! oh! his letter! Each line spoke the honourable noble man. Each refusal to accept my hand declared his love for me. I suppose he noticed that we had read his letter. I don't mind that, if he does but come. But are you sure he will come? There only seems to me to be a little too much pride in his conduct. For not to be willing to be indebted for his good fortune, even to the woman he loves, is pride, unpardonable pride! If he shows me too much of this,
Franziska!!!!!
FRAN.
You will discard him!
MIN.
See there! Do you begin to pity him again already! No, silly girl, a man is never discarded for a single fault. No; but I have thought of a trick to pay him off a little for this pride, with pride of the same kind.
FRAN.
Indeed, you must be very composed, my lady, if you are thinking of tricks again.
MIN.
I am so; come. You will have a part to play in my plot.
(Exeunt.)
ACT IV
SCENE I
Minna's Room.
Minna (dressed handsomely and richly, but in good taste), Franziska
(They have just risen from a table, which a servant is clearing.)
FRAN.
You cannot possibly have eaten enough, my lady.
MIN.
Don't you think so, Franziska? Perhaps I had no appetite when I sat down.
FRAN.
We had agreed not to mention him during dinner. We should have resolved likewise, not to think of him.
MIN.
Indeed, I have thought of nothing but him.
FRAN.
So I perceived. I began to speak of a hundred different things, and you made wrong answers to each.