THIRD SCENE.
The family assembled after supper:
The Assessor puts the question—What is the bitterest affliction?
Jacobi. Unreturned love.
Petrea. Not to know what one shall be.
Eva. To have offended some one that one loves beyond reconciliation.
The Mother. I am of Eva's opinion; I think nothing can be more painful.
Louise. Ah! there is yet something more painful than that—something more bitter—and that is to lose one's faith in those whom one has loved; to doubt—(Louise's lip trembles, she can say no more, becomes pale, rises, and goes out quickly; a general sensation ensues).
The Father. What is amiss with Louise? Elise, we must know what it is! She should, she must tell us! I cannot bear any longer to see her thus; and I will go this moment and speak with her, if you will not rather do it. But you must not be satisfied till you know her very inmost feelings. The most horrible thing, I think, is mystery and vapours!
The Mother. I will go directly to her. I have now an idea what it is, dearest Ernst; and if I am somewhat long with her, let the others go to bed; I shall then find you alone. [She goes out.]