(Wilhelm goes out.)
Frau Muhlingk. We'll go, Leonore,
Leonore. (Aside) Kurt!
Kurt. Well?
Leonore. Be on your guard!
Kurt. Bah! (Trying to hide his fear)
(Frau Muhlingk and Leonore go out. Enter Robert, apparently calm, respectful in manner--he carries a portfolio.)
Muhlingk. You were a little insistant, young man--Well, I never criticize a man in the discharge of duty; least of all when he is about to leave his employer, at the eleventh hour. Take a seat!
Robert. If you don't mind, I'll remain standing.
Muhlingk. Just as you like--I had word from my nephew yesterday. He is getting on well--having a good time--a little too much according to Count Trast--Well, a little pleasure is always in the blood of gentlemen of good family--You have brought the annual report with you, I hope?