MAX.
Ah, my dear cousin, should a young lieutenant with twenty-five marks' pay, not to speak of debts, have individuality? It would only be a hindrance to him.
MAGDA.
Ah!
MAX.
If I manage my men properly, and dance a correct figure at our regimental balls, and am not a coward, that is enough.
MAGDA.
To make a wife happy, certainly. Go and find her. Go along!
MAX.
[Starts to go, and turns back.] Oh, excuse me, in my happiness I entirely forgot the message I-- Early this morning--by-the-by, you can't think what a tumult the whole city is in about you--well, early this morning--I was still in bed--an acquaintance came in who is also an old acquaintance of yours, very pale from excitement, and he asked whether it were all true, and if he might come to see you.