HEFFTERDINGT.
[With embarrassment.] You should not have reminded me of that.
Enter Marie with flowers, and Theresa.
MARIE.
Papa, papa, listen to what Theresa-- Oh! am I interrupting?
SCHWARTZE.
[Pulling himself together.] What is it?
MARIE.
To-day I got some more flowers; and when I sent Theresa back to the florist's, she found out it was not a man, but a lady, who had ordered them. And she couldn't sell them again; so she brought them back. [The others exchange glances.]