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Agnes (_rising joyfully_).
Ah! (_With a sigh of relief_.) Ha!
Hallerpfort.
I beg pardon a thousand times if I startled you.
Agnes.
Will you please take a seat.
Hallerpfort.
Thank you, most humbly! (_They are seated_.) Your uncle and aunt, I hope, will not----
Agnes.
Uncle has just gone to the stables, and aunt's coming will be announced to us.
Hallerpfort.
How is your aunt?
Agnes.
Oh, I thank you, much as usual.--Herr von Hallerpfort, be frank with me: What is this all about?
Hallerpfort.
Oh, absolutely nothing of any consequence. A little surprise--nothing further--nothing further!
Agnes.
To be sure, if he is really on his way here--didn't you ride here together?
Hallerpfort.
No, I came by the way of the levee, and thought to overtake him. He will have ridden by the highway.
Agnes.
Then what is the object of this secrecy?
Hallerpfort.
That will soon be cleared up, Fraulein.... At this moment, in Fritz's interest, I have to ask a great favour of you.... It is now (_takes out his watch_) three forty-five o'clock. At four o'clock let us say five minutes after four--even if we take into account some unforeseen delay--yes--he must be here.... How long does it take to go to the village to Braun's inn?
Agnes.
Ten minutes--that is, by a short cut through the park, about five.
Hallerpfort.
Thank you most humbly. Then will you have the great kindness to reckon by your watch a half hour from the moment when he comes in here, and then send me a message to Braun's where I am stopping?
Agnes.
At Braun's? I think you know, Herr von Hallerpfort, that this house----
Hallerpfort.
Oh, certainly that I know!... I only made the mistake of putting my horse at the entrance to Braun's, and as he doesn't belong to me, it is my duty to look after him.
Agnes.
And all that is the truth?
Hallerpfort.
Absolutely.
Agnes.
I should not be so persistent--forgive me for it--but here we have all been so distressed about him. For nearly a week, we have sat and waited for news.... Tell me truly.
Wilhelm (_entering at the left_).
Fraulein, your aunt.
Hallerpfort (_springing up_).
Good-bye, then! And be rea.s.sured, it is all about a joke--about----
Agnes.
If only your face were not so serious.
Hallerpfort.
Oh, that--that is deceptive. (_Exit quickly to the right_.)
_FIFTH SCENE_.
AGNES. FRAU VON DROSSE (_extremely delicate in appearance, forty, suffering--with girlish complexion--gay, absent smile--dreamy, gentle expression--gliding, careful walk--breathing deeply_).
Agnes.
(_Hastens to meet her, to support her_.) Forgive me, aunt, that I did not go to fetch you.
