Robert. Dear, you mustn't wear things like that!--Promise me you'll take them off this minute--and I'll show you another special surprise that I've brought you.
Alma. (Sullenly, taking off the ear-rings) As you please!
Robert. It's the dress of a hindoo Princess--looted on a military invasion undertaken by a friend of mine. Think of it! Pink and gold!
Alma. (Joyfully) Oh, how heavenly!
Michalski. (Laughing) And I s'pose you hung her up stark naked on a tree!
(Robert stares at him.)
Alma. (Lovingly) You're a dear, sweet, old brother!
(A coachman in livery knocks at the window.)
Frau Heinecke. Go, see what Johann wants, Father.
Alma. (To Auguste) Oh, but they'll all turn green with envy when I wear this to the masked ball to-morrow.