Countess. That is he, sister!
Thekla (to the Countess). Aunt, you will excuse me? [65]
[Is going.
Countess. But whither? See, your father comes.
Thekla. I cannot see him now.
Countess. Nay, but bethink you.
Thekla. Believe me, I cannot sustain his presence.
Countess. But he will miss you, will ask after you.
Duchess. What now? Why is she going? [70]
Countess. She's not well.
Duchess. What ails then my beloved child?