Which do you think it will be?
KORB.
Well, that is difficult to say. There is this Mr. von Senden who is now living in town. If any one has a chance it is probably he. He fusses about us like a weasel. Just as I was leaving he sent to the house a whole dozen of admission cards to the great fête at the club. It must be the sort of club where the upper classes go arm-in-arm with the townspeople.
BOLZ.
Yes, it is a political society of which Senden is a director. It is casting out a great net for voters. And the Colonel and the ladies are going?
KORB.
I hear they are. I, too, received a card.
BOLZ (to himself).
Has it come to this? Poor Oldendorf!—And Adelaide at the club fête of
Mr. von Senden!
KORB (to himself).