“Lotta, you must stay for supper.”
“I will not sup at his table. I have quarrelled with him. It is all over. Fritz Planken is as free as the air for me.”
“Lotta, do not say anything in a hurry. At any rate do not do anything in a hurry.”
“I do not mean to do anything at all. It is simply this—I do not care very much for Fritz, after all. I don’t think I ever did. It is all very well to wear your clothes nicely, but if that is all, what does it come to? If he could play the zither, now!”
“There are other things except playing the zither. They say he is a good book-keeper.”
“I don’t like book-keeping. He has to be at his hotel from eight in the morning till eleven at night.”
“You know best.”
“I am not so sure of that. I wish I did know best. But I never saw such a girl as you are. How you change! It was only yesterday you scolded me because I did not wish to be the wife of your dear friend Crippel.”
“Herr Crippel is a very good man.”
“You go away with your good man! You have got a good man of your own. He is standing there waiting for you, like a gander on one leg. He wants you to dance; go away.”