Lizzie. I will! He must know it, he must be happy over it, too. And if he truly loves you, he will be happy to learn it. And then, once for all he'll get rid of his notions about winning you.
Fanny. Don't be so inconsiderate.
Lizzie. Leave it to me!... Hindes! Hindes!
Fanny. It's high time you left for the Ginsbergs'.
Lizzie. I've a few minutes yet.... Hindes! Hindes!
Hindes [appears at the rear door. He wears spectacles; under his left arm a crutch, under his right arm books, and in his hands various bags of food].
Fanny [steals out through the door at the left].
Hindes. Good evening. What's the news?
Lizzie. Come here! Quick! Fa—
Hindes. Won't you give me time to carry my parcels into my room?