There comes Cousin Sperling.
(Enter Sperling, with a large bouquet.)
SPERLING.
Frau Under-Tax-Receiver, Frau Chief-Raft-and-Fishery Master, Frau Town-Excise-Treasury-Secretary, your humble servant! I was in my garden—the Herr Vice-Church-Superintendent sent for me—I ran like a sunbeam! Scarce did I take the time to cull these children of the spring.
THE THREE LADIES.
Do you know already?
SPERLING.
I know all. A celebrated professor—carriage smashed up—nose ditto—letter of recommendation from the Minister of State.
FRAU STAAR.
A professor, you say?