Margot.
Well, then, I needn't hesitate to sit down. (Does so.) My secret you know--(sighing)--only too well!
Ebeling.
My dear Fräulein Margot; the real secret of your life, the law that governs your thoughts and feelings, I believe no one knows--not even your mother.
Margot (smiling and shrugging her shoulders).
My good mamma! And I'm here to give you proofs of that fact, am I?
Ebeling (evasively).
Oh!
Margot.
The reason for my being here isn't the one you've given me.