Oh, she was right--so right!
Norbert (alarmed).
Aunt Beata!
Beata (with an effort).
Norbert--my son--take me to Ellen. In a few minutes I shall be quite----
Norbert.
Come, come-- (Leads her gently out. Sounds of talk and laughter come from the inner room.)
Enter Kellinghausen.
Kellinghausen.
(Putting his head through the curtains.) Ha! No one there? Have our wives made way with each other? (To Richard, who has followed him.) They're not so deuced fond of one another. I say, old man, just now, when I was talking about the elections, why did you all put on that air of statesmanlike reserve? Did I say anything out of the way?