KORB.
That he has a fiancée. He has no idea of it. His friend says he has but one lady-love.
ADELAIDE (eagerly).
Who is she?
KORB. His newspaper.
ADELAIDE (relieved).
Ah, indeed. (Aloud.)
One can see by that how many falsehoods people tell. It is good, dear
Korb.
[Exit KORB.]
IDA. What isn't true?