Margaret. Yes. But ...
Gilbert. Oh, it's only temporary, I know. For furnished rooms they aren't bad. To be sure, these family portraits on the walls would drive me to distraction.
Margaret. My landlady is the widow of a general.
Gilbert. Oh, you needn't apologize.
Margaret. Apologize ...? I wasn't thinking of it.
Gilbert. It's very queer, when one comes to think ...
Margaret. To think of what?
Gilbert. Why shouldn't I say it? Of the little room in the Steinsdorfer Strasse, with the balcony looking out on the Isar. Do you remember it, Margaret?
Margaret. Do you think you'd better call me Margaret ... now?
Gilbert. As you please ... (Pause. Suddenly.) You know really you behaved very badly ...