IDA (_turning away_).
Father is right. You have changed entirely since becoming editor of
the paper.
OLDENDORF.
Ida! You too! If this is going to cause discord between us I shall
indeed feel badly.
IDA.
Dear Edward! I am only grieving at losing you for so long.
OLDENDORF.
I am not yet elected. If I do become member and can have my way, I
will take you to the capital and never let you leave my side again.
IDA.
Ah, Edward, we can't think of that now! But do spare father.
OLDENDORF.
You know how much I stand from him; and I don't give up hope of his
becoming reconciled to me. The election once over, I will make another
appeal to his heart. I may wrest from him a favorable answer that will
mean our marriage.
IDA.
But do humor his little foibles. He is in the garden near his dahlia
bed; express your delight over the gay colors. If you go at it
skilfully enough perhaps he may still call one the "Edward Oldendorf."
We have been talking of it already. Come! [_Exeunt both._]
_Enter_ SENDEN, BLUMENBERG, CARL, SCHMOCK.
SENDEN (_entering_).
Is the Colonel alone?
CARL.
Professor Oldendorf is with him.
SENDEN.
Take in our names. [_Exit_ CARL.] This everlasting Oldendorf! I say,
Blumenberg, this connection of the old gentleman with the _Union_ must
stop. We cannot really call him one of us so long as the professor
frequents this house. We need the Colonel's influential personality.
BLUMENBERG.
It is the best-known house in town--the best society, good wine, and
art.
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