his hand).
MAJ. T. (holding his hat before his face with the other hand, and
turning away from her).
This is too much!... What am I?... Let me go, Madam. Your
kindness tortures me! Let me go.
MIN.
What is the matter? Where would you go?
MAJ. T.
From you!
MIN.
From me
(drawing his hand to her heart)?
Dreamer!
MAJ. T.
Despair will lay me dead at your feet.
MIN.
From me?
MAJ. T.
From you. Never, never to see you again. Or at least determined, fully
determined, never to be guilty of a mean action; never to cause you to
commit an imprudent one. Let me go, Minna!
(Tears himself away, and Exit.)
MIN. (calling after him).
Let you go, Minna? Minna, let you go? Tellheim! Tellheim!
ACT III.
SCENE I.
The Parlour. Just (with a letter in his hand)
JUST.
Must I come again into this cursed house! A note from my master to her
ladyship that would be his sister. I hope nothing will come of this,
or else there will be no end to letter carrying. I should like to be
rid of it; but yet I don't wish to go into the room. The women ask so
many questions, and I hate answering--Ah! the door opens. Just what I
wanted, the waiting puss!
Scene II
Franziska and Just
FRAN. (calling through the door by which she has just entered).
Fear not; I will watch. See!
(observing Just)
I have met with something immediately. But nothing is to be done with
that brute.
JUST.
Your servant.
FRAN.
I should not like such a servant.
JUST.
Well, well, pardon the expression! There is a note from my master to
your mistress--her ladyship--his sister, wasn't it?--sister.
FRAN.
Give it me!
(Snatches it from his hand.)
JUST.
You will be so good, my master begs, as to deliver it. Afterwards you
will be so good, my master begs, as not to think I ask for anything!
FRAN.
Well?
JUST.
My master understands how to manage the affair. He knows that the way
to the young lady is through her maid, methinks. The maid will
therefore be so good, my master begs, as to let him know whether he
may not have the pleasure of speaking with the maid for a quarter of
an hour.
FRAN.
With me?
JUST.
Pardon me, if I do not give you your right title. Yes, with you.
Only for one quarter of an hour; but alone, quite alone, in private
tete-a-tete. He has something very particular to say to you
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