ROSE. [Weeping] Ye-es!—And he mustn't go away! He mustn't!—Please be nice to him, Mrs. Olga! Then he won't go away.
WIFE. What in the world am I going to do, you little silly?
ROSE. I don't know. But you might let him kiss you as much as he wishes.... I was watching you in the garden the other day, when he wanted, and you didn't—and then I thought....
BARONESS. [Entering] Sorry to disturb you, madam, but with your permission I should like to get into the wardrobe.
WIFE. [Rising] You're perfectly welcome, Baroness.
BARONESS. Oh, there is Rose.—So you are up again, and I thought you were in bed!—Go back to your lessons at once.
ROSE. But you know, mamma, we have no school to-morrow because of the festival.
BARONESS. You had better go anyhow, and don't bother Mr. and Mrs. Brunner all the time.
WIFE. [Edging toward the door in the background] Oh, Rose is not bothering us at all. We couldn't be better friends than we are.... We were just going into the garden to pick some flowers, and then we meant to try on the white dress Rose is to wear to-morrow.
ROSE. [Disappears through the door in the background with a nod of secret understanding to the WIFE] Thank you!