Lothar. (Insulted) I thought you knew, Gnadiges Fraulein?--I am a Reserve Lieutenant in the "Crown Prince" Cuirassier regiment.
Leonore. (Smiling, looking toward the table) Ah, yes! Note visiting card!
Kurt. (Slapping him on the back) And besides that, boots and saddles astride Papa's desk chair.
Lothar. (Sharply) Oh I say, old fellow!
Leonore. The desk chair isn't the slowest horse in the race for fortune you know, Herr Lieutenant.
Hugo. Oh, that was good!
Kurt. But I looked for you last evening.
Lothar. The evening.--We were invited somewhere? Where? It isn't quite clear in my memory now. We won't discuss the matter. You seem to be amused, Gnadiges Fraulein?
Leonore. Is that forbidden?
Lothar. But really, you know, you in your pride and seclusion, have hardly an idea what the word saison means in our good German tongue.