Larirette, larire.— — —
(Friedrich at first listens against his will, even makes a step toward the door. By and by he becomes fascinated and finally is charmed. When she finishes, he puts his stiff hat on the table and walks toward her with a blissful smile.)
Rita: Now? You even smile? Did I impress you?
Friedrich (drops down on his knees in front of her): Oh, Erna, you are the most charming woman on earth. (He kisses her hands wildly.)
Rita (stoops down to him, softly and merrily): Why run away? Why? If you still love me, can you run off—you mule?
Friedrich: Oh, I'll remain—I remain with you.
Rita: It was well that you missed the door.
Friedrich: Oh, Erna——
Rita: But now you'll call me Rita—do you understand? Well? Are you going to—are you going to be good?
Friedrich: Rita! Rita! Everything you wish.