Don't be too long, Richard. Remember I wish to have something more of him. (Goes with Agnes to the door on the left, where she turns again.) My boy, don't you look at me any more?
Fritz.
(Who has been standing with averted face, biting his lips, turns suddenly.) At your service, mother!
Frau von Drosse.
Now he is on his "at your service" footing, even with me.
(Exit Frau von Drosse with Agnes.)
EIGHTH SCENE.
MAJOR. FRITZ.
Major.
Well, Fritz, my boy, here we are now alone, just out with what you have to say ... Exactly what is the matter?