Won't you drink something? Whatever you say? Beer? Wine? Brandy? Coffee?
Tea? Everything's in the house.
[HELEN comes reading from the conservatory. Her tall form, somewhat too plump, the arrangement of her blond, unusually luxuriant hair, the expression of her face, her modern gown, her gestures—in brief, her whole appearance cannot quite hide the peasant's daughter.
HELEN
Brother, you might…. [She discovers LOTH and withdraws quickly.] Oh,
I beg pardon.
[Exit.
HOFFMANN
Stay here, do!
LOTH
Your wife?