You are a dear good girl. But be reassured! You haven't lost him at
all. On the contrary, we'll see to it that you get him back better
than ever. With blushing cheeks and bright eyes he shall reappear to
you, the noble man, your chosen demigod--and your pardon the demigod
shall ask for having caused you pain!--
IDA (_looking up at her_).
What are you telling me?
ADELAIDE.
Listen! This night I read in the stars that you were to become Mrs.
Member-of-Parliament. A big star fell from heaven, and on it was
written in legible letters: "Beyond peradventure she shall have him!"
The fulfilment has attached to it but one condition.
IDA.
What condition? Tell me!
ADELAIDE.
I recently told you of a certain lady and an unknown gentleman. You
remember?
IDA.
I have thought of it incessantly.
ADELAIDE.
Good! On the same day on which this lady finds her knight again shall
you also be reconciled with your professor--not sooner, not later.
Thus it is written.
IDA.
I am so glad to believe you. And when will the day come?
ADELAIDE.
Yes, dear, I do not know that exactly. But I will confide in you,
since we girls are alone, that the said lady is heartily tired of the
long hoping and waiting and will, I fear, do something desperate.
IDA (_embracing her_).
If only she will hurry up!
ADELAIDE (_holding her_).
Hush! Some man might hear us! [_Enter_ KORB.] What is it, old friend?
KORB.
Miss Adelaide, out there is Mr.
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