Robert. So much the worse! What a disgusting implication in all this secrecy! Alma, haven't you felt that yourself?--Alma, come here!--Look me in the eyes.
Alma. (Staring at him) Well?
Robert. (Takes her head in both his) You are pure!--you are--(He kisses her cheeks and forehead)
Heinecke. Decide, now! Johann is waiting!
Robert. Tell Johann, Father, that I'll speak to his master about it first.
Alma. What for? It's all been arranged already.
Robert. You won't use Herr Muhlingk's carriage any more! For a girl of your--our position, there is always the street-car!
(Alma begins to cry defiantly.)
Frau Heinecke. The poor child!
Auguste. You seem to want to turn everything in this house upside down!