Leonore. No, I think they are coming here.
Trast. (Putting his hat down again) Good, I will wait for him--One thing, Fraulein--My friend leaves this house to-day; he leaves the city to-morrow and perhaps Europe in a short time.
Leonore. (To herself) Oh, God!
Trast. But to-day I should like to prevent a meeting between him and your brother. If that meeting does occur, without my being able to prevent it, I should like you to remain in the vicinity.
Leonore. (She nods; voices are heard at the door. She hurries to the left, then turns) What shall I do. Count?
Trast. Be true to him!
Leonore. I will! (She goes)
Trast. Now--the brother!
(Enter Kurt, Lothar and Hugo.)
Kurt. (Surprised) Count!