How do you have time to stop in here?
Fritz.
Well, I had to unsaddle, and anyhow have ridden four and a half miles. It was only the question whether I should feed the horse at Braun's at the entrance where one gets merely water or----
Major.
Of course you are right about that.
Frau von Drosse (stroking his hands).
See what brown hands the boy has got.... I wonder how they can be burned through the gloves ... Just look, Richard, he has the white mark on his forehead, there where it is shaded. The last time, it was not there. My boy, my boy! (Bends down her head and kisses him on the forehead.)
(Fritz closes his eyes and utters a low whimpering exclamation of pain.)
Frau von Drosse.
What was it? Did I hurt you, my boy?