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At all events, his career was cut short. And he failed again at the next election.
Baron Ludwig.
And now your friends.h.i.+p has helped him to success.
Beata.
My husband's friends.h.i.+p, you mean.
Baron Ludwig.
In my loveless household I know too little of the power of woman to p.r.o.nounce definitely on that point.
Beata.
You do well to suspend your judgment.
Baron Ludwig.
Ah, now you are displeased with me. I am sorry. I might be of use to you.
Beata.
If you wish to be of use to me you can do so by becoming your brother's friend. It was to ask you this that I sent for you.
Baron Ludwig.
Countess, I wonder at your faith in human nature!
Beata.
Human nature has never deceived me.
Baron Ludwig.
One would adore you for saying that if one hadn't so many other reasons for doing so!
Beata (_laughing_).
Pretty speeches at our age?
Baron Ludwig.
You may talk of my age, but not of yours.
Beata.
Look at the grey hair--here, on my temples; and my medicine-bottles over there. I never stir without them now.
Baron Ludwig.
I have been distressed to hear of your illness.
Beata.
Yes, my heart bothers me--an old story. My heart is tired--and I--I'm not. And when I drive it too hard it grows a little restive now and then. But it doesn't matter! (_Enter_ Ellen.) Is that you, Ellen? Come in, dear.
Ellen (_in skating dress_).
Mother, dear, I didn't know you had a visitor. How do you do, your Excellency?
Baron Ludwig.
How do you do, young lady? Dear me dear me what have you been growing into?
Ellen.
Into life, your Excellency!
Baron Ludwig.
Ha--very good--very neat. So many people just grow past it.
Beata.
And how was the skating, dear?
Ellen.
Oh, heavenly. Norbert and I simply flew. Poor Miss Mansborough--we left her miles behind!
Beata.
Well, run away now. Take off your fur jacket--you're too warm.
Ellen.
Good-bye, your Excellency.
Baron Ludwig.
_Au revoir_, little Countess. (Ellen _goes out_.)
Baron Ludwig.
What a little wonder you've made of her!
Beata.
