Clem. What?
Marg. Oh, sometimes I think I must have blue blood in my veins, too.
Clem. How so?
Marg. It's not improbable?
Clem. I'm afraid I don't understand.
Marg. But I told you that members of the nobility were entertained at our house—
Clem. Well, and if they were?
Marg. Who knows—
Clem. Margaret, you're positively shocking. How can you hint at such a thing!
Marg. I can never say what I think in your presence! That's your only shortcoming—otherwise you would be quite perfect. [She smiles up to him.] You've won my heart completely. That very first evening, when you walked into the café with Wangenheim, I had an immediate presentiment: this is he! You came among that group, like a soul from another world.