I'll try not to wake her up—I'll be careful. (He goes out by way of the veranda)
[While alone for a while, Johanna seats herself on the garden bench with her hands clasped across her knees. Sala enters. He is forty-five, but looks younger. Slender to the verge of leanness, and smooth-shaven. His brown hair, which has begun to turn gray at the temples, and which he wears rather long, is parted on the right side. His features are keen and energetic; his eyes, gray and clear.
SALA
Good evening, Miss Johanna.
JOHANNA
Good evening, Mr. von Sala.
SALA
They told me your mother was having a little nap, and so I permitted myself to come out here in the meantime.
JOHANNA
Felix just got here.