Lassalle. Ah, this is how you look! This is you! Yes, yes, it is as I thought. It is all right!
Frau Holthoff. [Bustling forward] Oh, I forgot you had not met—allow me to introduce——
Lassalle. [Waving the Frau away, walks around the sofa taking Helene by the arm] What is the necessity of introducing us! People who know each other do not have to be introduced. You know who I am, and you are Brunhilde, the Red Fox.
[Leads her around and seats her on the sofa and takes his place beside her, with one arm along the back of the sofa. Helene leans toward him, and flicks an imaginary particle of dust from his coat-collar.]
Helene. You were talking about your success in Dresden!
[Lassalle proceeds to talk to her most earnestly. She listens, nods approval, sighs, and clasps her hands. The others in the room gather at opposite sides of the room and talk, but with eyes furtively turned now and then toward the couple, who are lost to the world, interested but in each other, and the great themes they are discussing.]
Lassalle. I knew we must meet. Fate decreed it so. You are the Goddess of the Morning and I am the Sun-God.
Helene. You are sure then about your divinity?
Lassalle. Yes, through a belief in yours.