Mrs Scholz.
Well, it may be. I’ll say nothing to spoil it. In spite of everything, my heart goes out to the boy; only it excites me so, I’m frightened; and, mind you, it won’t be all as easy as you think.
Ida (enters right; to Mrs Scholz, sweetly).
Little mother-in-law, she’s gilding the nuts.
Mrs Buchner.
Time’s getting on, Ida! You must make yourself beautiful, he may be here at any moment.
Ida (startled).
What? Already!
Mrs Scholz.
Oh, don’t trouble! She’s much too beautiful for him as it is.