[Looks at picture.
[OLGA stands so as to hide picture.
Oh, better not.
[Makes a gesture as if he had seen something indecent.
Well, every minute counts—I must be off.
[Shakes his finger at KARL.
You'll have to stop that sort of thing, now, Karl. You know you are one of the reasons of tonight's ball. Isn't he, Olga?
OLGA
Yes—tonight Karl is to fall in love with his future wife.
KARL, goes L. C.