Lothar. A moment, please!
Leonore. (Aside) A proposal!
Lothar. My faults may be without number, but, Gnadiges Fraulein, I am a man of honor.
Leonore. I should think that that was to be taken for granted from the son of a respectable family, Herr Brandt, and as little worthy of praise as the fact that he wears a well-cut coat.
Lothar. Then you respect honor no more?
Leonore. Pardon me. I meant no disrespect to the ill-clad. But one doesn't bring them into the parlor. But I interrupted you, Herr Brandt. Perhaps I do misunderstand you. Please continue.
Lothar. I must admit, Gnadiges Fraulein, you have intimidated me. And that is something! For what is a man without courage?
Leonore. Ah, that is another thing. Courage, I can respect! But what have you done so far that has shown your courage?
Lothar. Ask my friends. That at least is above reproach.
Leonore. In other words, you have fought a duel.