FELSMAN. So thou hast come—like a sick heifer to be healed. Was it good in the Town—that kept thee so long?
SEELCHEN. I do not regret.
FELSMAN. Why then return?
SEELCHEN. I was tired.
FELSMAN. Never again shalt thou go from me!
SEELCHEN. [Mocking] With what wilt thou keep me?
FELSMAN. [Grasping her] Thus.
SEELCHEN. I have known Change—I am no timid maid.
FELSMAN. [Moodily] Aye, thou art different. Thine eyes are hollow —thou art white-faced.
SEELCHEN. [Still mocking] Then what hast thou here that shall keep me?