Valentinus.
[Interposing.] Wait! [He loosens the bandage that Tertulla still wears.] Give me what you hold, Maronis! [Maronis hands him a mirror with a handle, worn at her girdle.] Keep your eyes closed, Tulla! [He holds the mirror in front of her.] Now ... what see you? [Great general excitement.]
Tertulla.
[Looks with interest into mirror.] Oh ... why ... it is a painting of one of my older sisters!
Valentinus.
What! A pretty girl who does not recognise her own face!
“What! A pretty girl who does not recognize her own face!”
[There is general amusement which is however near to tears.]