IDA.
And within an hour he lets them throw the cloak about himself. Why, it
is terrible! And if father is not elected? It was wrong of Edward not
to give in to father's weakness. Is that your love for me, Professor?
He, too, never thought of me!
ADELAIDE.
Shall I tell you what? Let us hope that they both fail. These
politicians! It was bad enough for you when only one was in politics;
now that both have tasted of the intoxicating drink you are done for.
Were I ever to come into a position to make a man my master, I should
impose upon him but one condition, the wise rule of conduct of my old
aunt: Smoke tobacco, my husband, as much as you please; at most it
will spoil the walls; but never dare to look at a newspaper--that will
spoil your character.
[KORB _appears at the door_.]
What news do you bring, Korb?
KORB (_hastily, mysteriously_).
It isn't true!
ADELAIDE (_the same_). What isn't true?
KORB.
That he has a fiancee. He has no idea of it. His friend says he has
but one lady-love.
ADELAIDE (_eagerly_).
Who is she?
KORB. His newspaper.
ADELAIDE (_relieved_).
Ah, indeed. (_Aloud_.)
One can see by that how many falsehoods people tell. It is good, dear
Korb.
[_Exit_ KORB.]
IDA. What isn't true?
ADELAIDE (_sighing_).
Well, that we women are cleverer than men. We talk just as wisely and
I fear are just as glad to forget our wisdom at the first opportunity.
We are all of us together poor sinners!
IDA.
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