SONNSFELD.
No, let me have it. You take the other one that is started. In this way we will gain time to rest later.
WILHELMINE (listening toward the door).
And we aren't even allowed a word with each other in freedom.
SONNSFELD (rises and looks toward the door).
It is cruel to let soldiers see a Princess humiliated to the extent of knitting stockings.
WILHELMINE.
Why complain? It is—of itself, quite nicely domestic. [She knits.]
SONNSFELD.
What would the Prince of Baireuth say if he could see you now?