Leonore. My dear friend, one doesn't have to go to India to become estranged from one's family. Robert. You, too? Leonore. It is better not to speak of it. I am ashamed of myself. I am even more of an outcast than you. I have lost all sense of duty. A sort of gloomy ill-will has come over me and now it is almost arrogance--towards my own people and all the others about them--and I'm not arrogant or proud by nature! Tell me, what is it that----? Robert. Shh! (Trast _and_ Muhlingk _enter at the right._) Muhlingk. (_To_ Trast) Well, until to-morrow then. Count.--Ah, there is the young man. (_Extending his hand_) Welcome, welcome, do you want to go over the report at once? Robert. I only came to present my respects, Herr Councillor, my papers aren't unpacked yet. Muhlingk. Well, well, there's no hurry. But what are you doing here, Leonore? Leonore. I simply wanted to say how d'ye do to Robert. Muhlingk. Mm--But you know that Mama has been asking for you. Come, young man, I have plans for you; plans. You know, Count, we have no secrets from you. Trast. You can get to know him better if you are alone with him. (_To_ Robert) I'll wait for you here. Leonore. (_Shaking_ Robert's _hand_) Au revoir, Robert. Muhlingk. Hm! (_Reprovingly. He goes out with_ Robert) Leonore. Count, you heard--? I must go. Trast. Gnadiges Fraulein! (Leonore _goes to door, he watches her, she turns and he shakes his finger at her_) Leonore. (_Surprised_) What do you mean, Count? Trast. Hm--I mean! (_He claps his hands_) Leonore. And what does that mean? Trast. That means--(_Through his hands_) Bravo! Leonore. (_Dignified_) I don't understand you. Count--ah! (_She bursts out laughing and goes up frankly and puts out her hand_) Yes, I do understand. Trast. (_Taking her hand in both his_) That's better. Leonore. Count! Trast. Fraulein! (Leonore _goes out_) She's a splendid specimen--that girl! I'll let her have him. He must have her. (_Enter_ Kurt.) Kurt. (_To_ Stengel _who is coming in_) Courage, courage, my boy! Come in. Trast. (_Recognising_ Kurt _as he comes in with_ Brandt) He--here! Kurt. (_Sees_ Trast; _startled, goes up to him, in a low voice_) You wished to see me, sir? Trast. No, but I'm glad to see you. Kurt. With whom have I the honor----? Trast. Count Trast. Kurt. (_Astonished and very polite_) Ah, we may thank--thank--our employe--er--our--a traveling acquaintanceship, I suppose--for this visit? Trast. You are the son of the house? Kurt. I beg your pardon, yes! At your service! Naturally--ah, Count, we are both men-of-the world enough to forget the affair of last night. Trast. You think so? Kurt. The girl is nice, I ought to know if anyone does. All honor to your good taste. But you must admit that I was in the right. I hope there will be no rivalry? Trast. Especially, as the girl's brother is the best friend I have?