Leonore. It seems to me we have something to say to each other.
Kurt. We? Oh, no!
Leonore. You don't want to draw me into an argument, perhaps?
Kurt. It doesn't seem to suit you when I take a notion to see a little of the world. Because you are four years older than I, and because you taught me to walk, you'd still like to have me tied to your apron-strings. You--but I can go--alone now. There are ladies who have said I go too far. Let me find heaven in my own way.
Leonore. I have never interfered with you. Go on, play the man-of-the world as much as you like, but have the courage to admit it.
Kurt. What good would that do?
Leonore. You play the dutiful son and then make fun of your parents behind their backs. Believe me, Kurt; you are ruining your character.
Kurt. (Laughing) No!
Leonore. There is just one thing I ask of you--at least keep this house and its surroundings sacred.
Kurt. We'll do that with the help of the Lord!