[KAeMPE _is seen at the door._]
Hush!--I shall look forward to your visit. Farewell, my re-found
friend!
[_EXIT_.]
BOLZ. And thus my good angel turns her back to me in anger! And now,
politics, thou witch, I am irretrievably in thy power!
[_Exit quickly through centre door._]
_Enter_ PIEPENBRINK, MRS. PIEPENBRINK, BERTHA _escorted by_ FRITZ
KLEINMICHEL, _and_ KLEINMICHEL _through centre door. Quadrille behind
the scenes._
PIEPENBRINK. Thank Heaven, we are out of this crowd!
MRS. PIEPENBRINK. It is very hot.
KLEINMICHEL. And the music is too loud. There are too many trumpets
and I hate trumpets.
PIEPENBRINK. Here's a quiet spot; we'll sit down here.
FRITZ. Bertha would prefer staying in the ball-room. Might I not go
back with her?
PIEPENBRINK. I have no objection to you young people going back into
the ball-room, but I prefer your staying here with us. I like to keep
my whole party together.
MRS. PIEPENBRINK. Stay with your parents, my child!
PIEPENBRINK. Sit down! (_To his wife._) You sit at the corner, Fritz
comes next to me. You take Bertha between you, neighbors. Her place
will soon be at your table, anyway.
[_They seat themselves at the table on the right--at the left corner_
MRS. PIEPENBRINK, _then he himself_, FRITZ, BERTHA, KLEINMICHEL.]
FRITZ. When will "soon" be, godfather? You have been saying that this
long time, but you put off the wedding day further and further.
PIEPENBRINK. That is no concern of yours.
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