Röst. Let us wait a little.
Mrs. Röst. Wait? So that you may talk to her? Oh, you men—you are all alike!
Bishop. But, you know, some one must—. Cornelia!
Cornelia. Not for worlds! I am not going to stir an inch.
Grandmother. Gracchus!
Bishop. Yes, grandmother?
Mrs. Röst. Now the old lady is going to interfere. I thought as much!
Grandmother. Courtesy is a duty that every one must recognise.
Bishop. You are quite right. (Goes towards the back of the room; at the same time a knock is heard on the door). Come in! (The door opens, and LEONARDA enters.)
Mrs. Röst. It is she!