peak, though your lips cannot. I
do not usually care for those who wear this uniform. But you are an
honourable man, Tellheim; and one must love an honourable man, in
whatever garb he may be.

MIN.
Ah! did you but know all!

COUNT.
Why should I not hear all?--Which are my apartments, landlord?

LAND.
Will your Excellency have the goodness to walk this way?

COUNT.
Come, Minna! Pray come, Major!
(Exit with the Landlord and servants.)

MIN.
Come, Tellheim!

MAJ. T.
I will follow you in an instant, Minna. One word first with this man
(turning to Werner).

MIN.
And a good word, methinks, it should be. Should it not, Franziska?
(Exit.)

SCENE XIV.
Major von Tellheim, Werner, Just, Franziska

MAJ. T. (pointing to the purse which Werner had thrown down).
Here, Just, pick up the purse and carry it home. Go!
(Just takes it up and goes.)

WER. (still standing, out of humour, in a corner, and absent till he
hears the last words).
Well, what now?

MAJ. T. (in a friendly tone while going up to him).
Werner, when can I have the other two thousand pistoles?

WER. (in a good humour again instantly).
To-morrow, Major, to-morrow.

MAJ. T.
I do not need to become your debtor; but I will be your banker. All
you good-natured people ought to have guardians. You are in a manner
spendthrifts.--I irritated you just now, Werner.

WER.
Upon my life you did! But I ought not to have been such a dolt. Now I
see it all clearly. I deserve a hundred lashes. You may give them to
me, if you will, Major. Only no more ill will, dear Major!

MAJ. T.
Ill will!
(shaking him by the hand).
Read in my eyes all that I cannot say to you--Ah! let me see the man
with a better wife and a more trusty friend than I shall have.--Eh!
Franziska?
(Exit.)

SCENE XV.
Werner, Franziska

FRAN. (aside).
Yes, indeed, he is more than good!--Such a man will never fall in my
way again.--It must come out.
(Approaching Werner bashfully.)
Mr. Sergeant!

WER. (wiping his eyes).
Well!

FRAN.
Mr. Sergeant!!!!!

WER.
What do you want, little woman?

FRAN.
Look at me, Mr. Sergeant.

WER.
I can't yet; there is something, I don't know what, in my eyes.

FRAN.
Now do look at me!

WER.
I am afraid I have looked at you too much already, little woman!
There, now I can see you. What then?

FRAN