George.
And could you translate it readily?
Marie.
Oh, it means nothing, really--[makes one or two attempts.]--"here"--no! "I look here and I look there--where may be my lover? Rid wid will dai dai--Nowhere is my lover!"
Brauer.
[Enters during this, unseen by her, puts arms around her. She shrieks.] There, there--[caressing her.] Patience, my darling, some day you will have one--perhaps very soon. Why, what's the matter, dear?
Marie.
[Leans on him in tearless sobbing.] Oh, you have frightened me so!
Brauer.
What is the matter with you this morning? What has happened?