Leonore. Count, you heard--? I must go.
Trast. Gnadiges Fraulein! (Leonore goes to door, he watches her, she turns and he shakes his finger at her)
Leonore. (Surprised) What do you mean, Count?
Trast. Hm--I mean! (He claps his hands)
Leonore. And what does that mean?
Trast. That means--(Through his hands) Bravo!
Leonore. (Dignified) I don't understand you. Count--ah! (She bursts out laughing and goes up frankly and puts out her hand) Yes, I do understand.
Trast. (Taking her hand in both his) That's better.
Leonore. Count!
Trast. Fraulein! (Leonore goes out) She's a splendid specimen--that girl! I'll let her have him. He must have her.