What are you doing? (_She kisses his hair_) Something must have been in that wine—I’m so sleepy … what would happen, if I couldn’t get up again? But, but—look, but Karl … if some one should come in … please … the waiter. HUSBAND No … waiter … will ever come in … here… * * * * * MISS (_Leaning with closed eyes in the corner of the sofa_) HUSBAND (_Pacing up and down the little room, after having lighted a cigarette_) (_Long silence_) HUSBAND (_Looking for a long time at the girl; speaking to himself_) Who knows what sort of a person she really is—Confound it … so quickly … that wasn’t very cautious of me … hm-m… MISS (_Without opening her eyes_) There must have been something in the wine. HUSBAND Why? MISS Otherwise… HUSBAND Why do you blame everything on the wine?… MISS Where are you? Why do you stay so far away? Come to me. HUSBAND (_Sits beside her_) MISS Now tell me if you really love me. HUSBAND But you know that… (_He interrupts himself quickly_) Of course. MISS Listen… There must have … come, tell me the truth, what was in the wine. HUSBAND Well, do you think I … I would drug your wine? MISS Well, see, I can’t understand it. I’m really not that kind… We’ve known each other only since… Dear, I’m not that kind … honestly, I’m not—if you think that of me— HUSBAND Well—why worry about that? I don’t think anything bad of you. I only think that you love me. MISS Yes… HUSBAND After all, when two young people are alone in a room, and have dinner, and drink wine … there doesn’t need to be anything in the wine. MISS I merely said it to say something. HUSBAND But, why? MISS (_Almost defiantly_) Because I was ashamed. HUSBAND How absurd! There is no reason to be. Especially, since I made you think of your first sweetheart. MISS Yes. HUSBAND Your _first_ sweetheart. MISS Yes, yes… HUSBAND Now I should like to know who the others were. MISS There weren’t any. HUSBAND That is not true, it can’t be true. MISS Oh, please, don’t tease me. HUSBAND Would you like a cigarette? MISS No, thanks. HUSBAND Do you know how late it is? MISS Well? HUSBAND Half-past eleven. MISS Really? HUSBAND Well … and your mother? She’s used to this, is she? MISS Do you really want to send me home? HUSBAND But earlier in the evening you yourself wanted— MISS You are quite changed. What have I done to you? HUSBAND But, child, what is the matter with you, what do you imagine? MISS And it was only your looks, believe me, or you would have had to wait … many men have asked me to go with them to a private dining-room. HUSBAND Well, would you like … to come here again with me soon … or rather somewhere else? MISS I don’t know. HUSBAND What do you mean by, “I don’t know”? MISS Well, why don’t you make a date? HUSBAND When? First of all, I must explain that I do not live in Vienna. I am only here for a few days’ visit now and then. MISS