Margot (softly, suddenly looking up).
Mine, too?
Frau v. Yburg.
(Looking at her with evident disapproval.) Perhaps Margot may call for me again in half an hour. You won't mind?
Ebeling.
It will give me great pleasure.
Frau v. Yburg.
Then run away, dear, pay your visit, and let the carriage bring you back again. (Sits down, right.)
Margot.
(Giving him her hand with social assurance, but a little timidly, none the less.) Au revoir, Herr Ebeling.