Franziska, /and afterwards the/ LandlordFRAN. (looking after him seriously).
I deserve the hit! Thank you, Just. I undervalued honesty. I will not forget the lesson. Ah! our unfortunate Major!
(Turns round to enter her mistress' room, when the Landlord comes.)LAND.
Wait a bit, my pretty maid.
FRAN.
I have not time now, Mr. Landlord.
LAND.
Only half a moment! No further tidings of the Major? That surely could not possibly be his leave-taking!
FRAN.
What could not?
LAND.
Has not our ladyship told you? When I left you, my pretty maid, below in the kitchen, I returned accidentally into this room--FRAN.
Accidentally--with a view to listen a little.
LAND.
What, girl! how can you suspect me of that? There is nothing so bad in a landlord as curiosity. I had not been here long, when suddenly her ladyship's door burst open: the Major dashed out; the lady after him;both in such a state of excitement; with looks--in attitudes--that must be seen to be understood. She seized hold of him; he tore himself away; she seized him again--"Tellheim." "Let me go, Madam." "Where?"Thus he drew her as far as the staircase. I was really afraid he would drag her down; but he got away. The lady remained on the top step;looked after him; called after him; wrung her hands. Suddenly she turned round; ran to the window; from the window to the staircase again; from the staircase into the room, backwards and forwards. There I stood; she passed me three times without seeing me. At length it seemed as if she saw me; but heaven defend us! I believe the lady took me for you. "Franziska," she cried, with her eyes fixed upon me, "am Ihappy now?" Then she looked straight up to the ceiling, and said again --"Am I happy now?" Then she wiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled, and asked me again--"Franziska, am I happy now?" I really felt, I know not how. Then she ran to the door of her room, and turned round again towards me, saying--"Come, Franziska, whom do you pity now?" and with that she went in.
FRAN.
Oh! Mr. Landlord, you dreamt that.
LAND.
Dreamt! No, my pretty maid; one does not dream so minutely. Yes, what would not I give--I am not curious: but what would not I give--to have the key to it!
FRAN.
The key? Of our door? Mr. Landlord, that is inside; we took it in at night; we are timid.
LAND.
Not that sort of key; I mean, my dear girl, the key--the explanation, as it were; the precise connexion of all that I have seen.
FRAN.
Indeed! Well, good-bye, Mr. Landlord. Shall we have dinner soon?
LAND.
My dear girl, not to forget what I came to say--FRAN.
Well? In as few words as possible.
LAND.
Her ladyship has my ring still. I call it mine--FRAN.
You shall not lose it.
LAND.
I have no fear on that account: I merely put you in mind. Do you see, I do not wish to have it again at all. I can guess pretty well how she knew the ring, and why it was so like her own. It is best in her hands. I do not want it any more; and I can put them down--the hundred pistoles which I advanced for it, to the lady's bill. Will not that do, my pretty maid?
