No one, Professor. [_Exit_.]
ADELAIDE (_going up to_ OLDENDORF).
Dear Professor, this is not just the right moment for you to come. We
are very much hurt and out of sorts with the world, but most of all
with you.
OLDENDORF.
I am afraid you are, but I must speak to him.
_Enter_ IDA _through the door on the left_.
IDA (_going toward him_).
Edward! I knew you would come!
OLDENDORF.
My dear Ida! [_Embraces her_.]
IDA (_with her arms around his neck_).
And what will become of us now?
_Enter_ COLONEL _through centre door_.
COLONEL (_with forced calmness_).
You shall remain in no doubt about that, my daughter! I beg you,
Professor, to forget that you were once treated as a friend in this
household. I require you, Ida, to banish all thought of the hours when
this gentleman entertained you with his sentiments. (_More
violently_.) Be still! In my own house at least I submit to no attacks
from a journalist. Forget him, or forget that you are my daughter. Go
in there! [_Leads_ IDA, _not ungently, out to the left, and places
himself in front of the door_.] On this ground, Mr. Editor and Member
of Parliament, before the heart of my child, you shall not beat me.
[_Exit to the left_.]
ADELAIDE (_aside_).
Dear me! That is bad!
OLDENDORF (_as the_ COLONEL _turns to go, with determination_).
Colonel, it is ungenerous of you to refuse me this interview. [_Goes
toward the door_.]
ADELAIDE (_intercepting him quickly_).
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