Rita (still stares at him): "Simply—marry." Strange. (She turns around towards the open piano, plays and sings softly) Farilon, farila, farilette.
Friedrich (has risen): Erna! Do not torment me!
Rita: Torment? No. That would not be right. You are a good fellow. Give me a kiss. (She rises.)
Friedrich (embraces and kisses her): My Erna! Oh, you have grown so much prettier! So much prettier!
(Rita leans her head on his shoulder.)
Friedrich: But now come. Let us not lose one moment.
(Rita does not move.)
Friedrich: If possible let everything be.... Come! (He pushes her with gentle force) You cry?
Rita (hastily wipes the tears from her eyes, controls herself): O, nonsense. Rita Revera does not cry—she laughs. (Laughs forcedly.)
Friedrich: Erna, do not use that name. I do not care to hear it again!