Rosen. You know quite well that if I can't be here I have to go to my club.
Leonarda. But can't you go to your club without—? (Stops, with a gesture of disgust.)
Rosen. I know what you mean, worse luck. But they always give one a glass too much.
Leonarda. One glass? Say three!
Rosen. Three, if you like. You know I never was good at counting.
Leonarda. Well, now you can go for your ride alone.
Rosen. Oh, but—
Leonarda. Yes, I am not going for a ride to-day with a man who was tipsy last night. (Takes off her hat.) Hans! (HANS is heard answering her from without.) Put my horse up for the present!
Rosen. You are punishing yourself as well as me, you know. You ought to be out on a day like this—and it is a sin to deprive the countryside of the pleasure of seeing you!
Leonarda. Will nothing ever make you take things seriously?