This afternoon I waited before her hotel to see if Miss Franziska had not been mistaken. At a quarter to four she came out of the house and got into her carriage.
MARIE.
You saw her?
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
How did she look? What did she have on?
HEFFTERDINGT.
The performance began at four, and must be almost over now. I will wait for her again at the hotel, and will tell her that she will find your arms open to her. May I?
MARIE.
Yes, yes, papa, won't you let him?