ADELAIDE (_in her agitation seizing his hands_).
Thank you, Conrad, thank you for speaking so of my dead father! Yes,
you are good, you have a heart. It makes me very happy that you should
have shown it to me.
BOLZ.
It is only a tiny little pocket-heart for private use. It was quite
against my will that it happened to make its appearance.
ADELAIDE.
And now enough of us two! Here in this house our help is needed. You
have won, have completely prevailed against us. I submit, and
acknowledge you my master. But now show mercy and let us join forces.
In this conflict of you men a rude blow has been struck at the heart
of a girl whom I love. I should like to make that good again and I
want you to help me.
BOLZ.
I am at your command.
ADELAIDE.
The Colonel must be reconciled. Think up some way of healing his
injured self-esteem.
BOLZ.
I have thought it over and have taken some steps. Unfortunately, all I
can do is to make him feel that his anger at Oldendorf is folly. This
soft conciliatory impulse you alone can inspire.
ADELAIDE.
Then we women must try our luck.
BOLZ.
Meanwhile I will hurry and do what little I can.
ADELAIDE.
Farewell, Mr. Editor. And think not only of the progress of the great
world, but also occasionally of one friend, who suffers from the base
egotism of wishing to be happy on her own account.
BOLZ.
You have always found your happiness in looking after the happiness of
others. With that kind of egotism there is no difficulty in being
happy.
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