Kellinghausen (kissing her hand).
At your orders, my dear friend. I'll draw the curtain to protect your tête-à-tête. (He draws the curtain between the columns and goes out.)
Leonie.
How wonderfully well you look to-night, Beata! Not in the least like a prospective grandmother.
Beata.
Why, as to that, Leonie, it looks as though you and I were to be made grandmothers on the same day.
Leonie.
Ah, really? Well, Ellen is a delightful child. Where is she, by the way? You don't seem to care to let her be seen in your neighbourhood on such occasions.
Beata.
Seen? In my neighbourhood? You have an odd way of putting things. But I believe you had something to say to me.