Rita: Of course.
Friedrich: And you are acquainted with English customs. Excellent. Oh, Erna. Your father will be pleased, he once confessed to me, when he had a little too much wine. You know him: he grows sentimental then.
Rita (to herself): They are all that way.
Friedrich: How?
Rita: Oh, nothing. Please continue. Well—I could come back?
Friedrich: Certainly! Fortunately, during these last years, since you have grown so famous, nobody has——
Rita: I have grown notorious only within a year.
Friedrich: Well, most likely nobody in Rudolstadt has ever seen you on the boards. In one word, you must return.
Rita: From England?