Frau Holthoff. And the handsomest man!
Helene. Nonsense!
Doctor Haenle. You shall see!
Helene. Shall I?
Doctor Haenle. You certainly shall. Indeed, Lassalle may be here this evening. He spoke in Dresden last night, and was to leave at once, after the address. His train was due—let me see—[consults watch] half an hour ago. I told him if he came to drive straight here.
Helene. [Slightly agitated] I must go—I promised papa I would be home at ten.
Karl Marx. And your papa would never allow you to stay out after ten, any more than he would forgive you if he knew you visited with people who harbored Ferdinand Lassalle?
Helene. My father is a busy man—a Monarchist of course—and he has no time for the New Thought.
Doctor Haenle. He leaves that to you?
Helene. Yes, he indulges me—he says the New Thought does him no harm and amuses me! See if my carriage is waiting, please. Thank you——