Friedrich: Erna, you ask that in a strange manner.
Rita: Well, yes. I have a suspicion that you—begrudge me my liberty. How did you find me, anyway?
Friedrich: Yes, that was hard enough.
Rita: Rita Revera is not so unknown.
Friedrich: Rita Revera! Oh, no! How often I have read that name these last years—in the newspapers in Berlin, on various placards, in large letters. But how could I ever have thought that you were meant by it?
Rita (laughs): Why did you not go to the "Winter Garden" when you were in Berlin?
Friedrich: I never frequent such places.
Rita: Pardon me! Oh, I always forget the old customs.
Friedrich: Oh, please, please, dear Erna; not in this tone of voice!