TRAVELLER
All right, then, I won't. With your permission, Miss. [He seats himself at ANNA'S table.] I declare, Miss, that I've not been able to take my eyes off your hair since I came in—such glossy softness, such a splendid quantity! [Ecstatically kisses his finger-tips.] And what a colour!… like ripe wheat. Come to Berlin with that hair and you'll create no end of a sensation. On my honour, with hair like that you may go to Court…. [Leans back, looking at it.] Glorious, simply glorious!
WIEGAND
They've given her a fine name because of it.
TRAVELLER
And what may that be?
ANNA
[Laughing quietly to herself.] Oh, don't listen to that!
HORNIG
The chestnut filly, isn't it?