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Kurt. An exclamation of admiration, Father; nothing else.
Muhlingk. No, I didn't have it as easy as you, my boy. You might well follow my example. I don't like to play the spender and I don't care to see it in my children, either. That is the only way one can live tastefully!
Kurt. --and cheap, too!
Leonore. Your accusation doesn't apply to me, papa.
Frau Muhlingk. Will you condescend to give us an explanation then?
Leonore. Mama!
Frau Muhlingk. (_Nervously_) Well?
Leonore. (_Rising_) Oh, why can't you let me work out my own salvation?
I am modest enough--I only ask to be allowed to live my own life.
Muhlingk. You call that modest? If that is modest, what is to become of the sanct.i.ty of family ties?
Frau Muhlingk. (_To her husband_) Do you hear that? I haven't slept for nights and nights!
Leonore. Because of me, mama?
Frau Muhlingk. Every day these mad ideas, these unconventional acts!
Now what does it mean this time, when you plunder the hothouse to send flowers to a clerk!
Leonore. You mean Robert?
Frau Muhlingk. The young Herr Heinecke, I mean.
Leonore. He isn't a clerk. He is almost a member of the family!
Kurt. Oh, thank you.
Frau Muhlingk. (_Mildly_) That is, we brought him up out of the gutter.
Muhlingk. (_As the servant enters_) Eh?
Wilhelm. The young Herr Heinecke from the alley sends word that he will take the liberty of----
(Leonore _looks at the clock involuntarily._)
Muhlingk. Well, well--just like a n.o.ble gentleman! That is good!
Wilhelm. --calling, with your permission. He named another gentleman.
Count Trast, or someone----
Muhlingk. (_Jumping up_) What! Count Trast! Trast and Company, Kurt!
The coffee King. (_Motions the servant off_)
Kurt. What luck that clerk has!
Muhlingk. Oh, we must invite him to the house, Amalie.
Frau Muhlingk. Very good,--to-morrow morning.
Leonore. What! and not invite Robert Heinecke too?
Kurt. (_Aside_) Better and better!
Muhlingk. Well, perhaps you are right. When one descends to the level of these people one really unites their interests with the interests of the firm. A thing like that often brings in thousands, Kurt. The young fellow did very well under Benno's direction and inasmuch as I'm thinking of sending him for ten years into the Antilles, I----
Leonore. (_Indignantly_) Oh, I did not mean it that way, papa!
Muhlingk. Oh, that's all right.
Frau Muhlingk. And, Kurt, you must take care that the young fellow doesn't make any _faux pas_. He comes from the alley, you know. A thing like that might spoil the whole affair.
Kurt. (_Standing up_) Pardon me, did you expect I would invite my friends?
Muhlingk. Certainly, your friends, too! Bachelors always have plenty of time.
Kurt. (_Standing up_) Pardon me, I should like to ask to be excused from doing that. I can't be expected to introduce gentlemen of good family to the son of (_Indicating the alley_) Herr Heinecke.
Leonore. (_Aside_) Would you rather have the brother of Miss Heinecke here?
Kurt. (_Shocked, then gathering himself together_) What do you mean?
Leonore. Be thankful I don't insist on an answer.
Kurt. Really!
Leonore. Shall I?
Kurt. So you're threatening me, are you?
Muhlingk. My dear children, in this house we won't have any scenes, please.
Frau Muhlingk. Don't let's pay any attention to it, Theodore. I'll lie down now and rest for a minute or two--Won't you?
(Muhlingk _kisses her ceremoniously on the forehead._)
Kurt. (_Aside_) The good old days! Goodbye! (Frau Muhlingk _goes towards door_. Muhlingk _rings_)
Leonore. (_Hurrying after_ Frau Muhlingk) Mother!
