Where are the things?
Wilhelm.
They are on the table, Fräulein.
Agnes.
(Goes quickly to the table and with feverish haste looks through the small pile of newspapers and letters lying there.) Again, nothing!
Wilhelm.
Yes, indeed--and this is the seventh day. Ah, it is really heart-breaking.
Agnes.
Are your master and mistress still taking their afternoon nap?
Wilhelm.