Yes, yes, darling. I'll be good. But my heart is sore. [Bell rings. Marie hurries out.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Here they are.
Enter Major-general Von Klebs, Professor Beckmann, and Marie.
VON KLEBS.
My humblest respects to the ladies. Ah, my dear madam! [Kisses her hand.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Make yourselves at home, gentlemen.
VON KLEBS.
Ha, my dear Colonel, hearty as ever? All ready for the fray, little one? Now we are all right. But we were almost too late. We were caught in the Music Festival crowd. Such a confusion! I was bringing the schoolmaster along, and just as we passed by the German House, there was a great crush of people, gaping as if there were a princess at the least. And what do you suppose it was? A singer! These are really what one may call goings-on. All this fuss about a singer! What do they call the person?