STIVER [peevishly].
I
Am not quite certain of it yet: I'll try.
[They withdraw in conversation; LIND and
ANNA approach.
LIND [aside to FALK].
I can't endure it longer; in post-haste
I must present her—
FALK.
You had best refrain,
And not initiate the eye profane
Into your mysteries—
LIND.
That would be a jest!—
From you, my fellow-boarder, and my mate,
To keep concealed my new-found happy state!
Nay, now, my head with Fortune's oil anointed—
FALK.
You think the occasion good to get it curled?
Well, my good friend, you won't be disappointed;
Go and announce your union to the world!
LIND.
Other reflections also weigh with me,
And one of more especial gravity;
Say that there lurked among our motley band
Some sneaking, sly pretender to her hand;
Say, his attentions became undisguised,—
We should be disagreeably compromised.
FALK.
Yes, it is true; it had escaped my mind,
You for a higher office were designed,
Love as his young licentiate has retained you;
Shortly you'll get a permanent position;
But it would be defying all tradition
If at the present moment he ordained you.
LIND.
Yes if the merchant does not—
FALK.
What of him?