The Great Pianist
And the herring! Good God, what herring! These barbarous Americans——
The Virgin
Really, I am quite indecent! I should blush, I suppose. But love is never ashamed—How people misunderstand me!
The Married Woman
I wonder if he’s faithful. The chances are against it. I never heard of a man who was. (An agreeable melancholy overcomes her and she gives herself up to the mood without thought.)
The Great Pianist
I wonder whatever became of that girl in Dresden. Every time I think of her, she suggests pleasant thoughts—good beer, a fine band, Gemütlichkeit. I must have been in love with her—not much, of course, but just enough to make things pleasant. And not a single letter from her! I suppose she thinks I’m starving to death over here—or tuning pianos. Well, when I get back with the money there’ll be a shock for her. A shock—but not a Pfennig!
The Married Woman
(Her emotional coma ended.) Still, you can hardly blame him. There must be a good deal of temptation for a great artist. All of these frumps here would——