Really?
MIMI
[From behind him, raises his head.
Look at me! Look at me! You want to get married? Tell me No—you don't dare.
KARL
No.
MIMI, comes to L. of him
Oh, you tell me anything you want to my face; but I know you're going to marry a girl named Elsa—the wife of your friend Mr. Zanden has arranged everything—look at me and deny it, if you dare. After all, what's the use! you wouldn't tell me the truth anyway.
KARL
You little mind-reader.