Sir, by our office nothing is averred.
Falk.
Well, leave me then, you also: I have by me
One comrade yet whose loyalty will last.
“A true heart’s story” Lind will not deny me,
Whose troth’s too tender for the ocean blast,
Who for his mistress makes surrender of
His fellow-men—pure quintessence of Love!
Mrs. Halm.
My patience, Mr. Falk, is now worn out.