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.]

HEFFTERDINGT.