Rita (quietly): Strange. You—come to see me? What has become of your good training? (Laughs.) Have you lost all sense of shame?
Friedrich (stretches out his hand, as if imploring): Oh, I beg of you, I beg of you; not this tone! I really came to explain everything to you, everything. And possibly to set things aright.
Rita: You—with me! (She shakes her head.) Incredible! But, please, since you are here, sit down. With what can you serve me?
Friedrich (seriously): Miss Hattenbach, I really should——
Rita (lightly): Pardon me, my name is Revera. Rita Revera.
Friedrich: I know that you call yourself by that name now. But you won't expect me, an old friend of your family, to make use of this romantic, theatrical name. For me you are now, as heretofore, the daughter of the esteemed house of Hattenbach, with which I——
Rita (quickly and sharply): With which your father transacts business, I know.
Friedrich (with emphasis): With which I now am myself associated.
Rita: Is it possible? And your father?