MAGDA.
Father dear-- [Bell rings. Mrs. Schwartze bursts in.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Just think! the ladies of the Committee are here! They want to congratulate us in person. Do you think we ought to offer them coffee, Leopold?
SCHWARTZE.
I will go into the garden, Augusta.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
For Heaven's sake--they're just coming--you must receive their congratulations.
SCHWARTZE.
I can't--no--I can't do it! [Exit, left.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
What is the matter with your father?
Enter Mrs. General Von Klebs, Mrs. Justice Ellrich, Mrs. Schumann, and Franziska.
FRANZISKA.
[As she opens the door.] My dear, the ladies--
MRS. VON KLEBS.
[Giving her hand to Mrs. Schwartze.] What a day for you, my dear! The whole town rejoices in the happy event.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Permit me--my daughter--Mrs. General von Klebs, Mrs. Justice Ellrich, Mrs. Schumann.
MRS. SCHUMANN.
I am only the wife of a simple merchant; but--
MRS. VON KLEBS.
My husband will do himself the honor soon--
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Won't you sit down, ladies? [They sit.]
FRANZISKA.
[With aplomb.] Yes, it is truly a joyful event for the whole family.
MRS. VON KLEBS.
We have unfortunately not shared the pleasures of the festival, my dear young lady. I must therefore refrain from expressing that admiration to which you are so well accustomed.
MRS. SCHUMANN.
If we had known, we should certainly have ordered tickets.
MRS. VON KLEBS.
Do you expect to remain here for very long?