Bernick.

Oh, come; one must not be too hard upon foreigners; these people are naturally devoid of the deep-rooted sense of propriety that keeps us within the right limits. Let them do as they please; it cannot affect us. All this unseemliness, this rebellion against good taste and good manners, fortunately finds no echo, if I may say so, in our society.—What is this!

A Strange Lady enters briskly by the door on the right.

The Ladies.

[Frightened, and speaking low.] The circus woman! The manager’s wife!

Mrs. Bernick.

Why, what does this mean!

Martha.

[Starts up.] Ah——!

The Lady.