VON KELLER.
She was a little--agitated.
SCHWARTZE.
Agitated?
VON KELLER.
Yes; that's all.
SCHWARTZE.
Who has been here?
VON KELLER.
No one. At least, as far as I know.
SCHWARTZE.
Then, what agitating things could you two have to talk about?
VON KELLER.
Nothing of importance,--nothing at all, I assure you.
SCHWARTZE.
What makes you look so, then? You can scarcely stand.
VON KELLER.
I? Oh, you're mistaken, you're mistaken.
SCHWARTZE.
One question, Councillor-- You and my daughter-- Please sit down.
VON KELLER.
My time is unfortunately--
SCHWARTZE.
[_Almost threatening_.] I beg you to sit down.
VON KELLER.
[_Not daring to resist_.] Thank you. [_They sit_.]
SCHWARTZE.
You met my daughter some years ago in Berlin?
VON KELLER.
Yes.
SCHWARTZE.
Councillor von Keller, I know you to be as discreet as you are
sensible; but there are cases in which silence is a crime. I ask
you--and your life-long relations with me give me the right to ask, as
well as the mystery--which just now-- In short, I ask you, Do you know
anything discreditable about my daughter's life there?
VON KELLER.
Oh, for Heaven's sake, how can you--
SCHWARTZE.
Do you not know how and where she lived?
VON KELLER.
No. I am absolutely--
SCHWARTZE.
Have you never visited at her house?
VON KELLER.
[_More and more confused_.] No, no, never, never.
SCHWARTZE.
Not once?
VON KELLER.
Well, I called on her once; but--
SCHWARTZE.
Your relations were friendly?
VON KELLER.
Oh, entirely friendly--of course, only friendly. [_A pause_.]
SCHWARTZE.
[_Passes his hand over his forehead, looks earnestly at_ Von
Keller; _then, speaking absently_.] So? Then, honestly--if it might
be--if--if-- [_Gets up, goes to_ Von Keller, _and sits down again,
trying to quiet himself_.] Dr. von Keller, we both live in a quiet
world, where scandals are unknown. But I have grown old, very old. And
therefore I can't--can't control my thoughts as I should. And I can't
rid myself of an idea which has--suddenly--taken possession of me. I
have just had a great joy which I don't want to be embittered. But, to
quiet an old man, I beg you--give me your word of honor that--
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