Morituri: Three One-Act Plays: Teja—Fritzchen—The Eternal MasculineSudermann, Hermann
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Morituri: Three One-Act Plays: Teja—Fritzchen—The Eternal Masculine
Sudermann, Hermann
German drama -- Translations into English
Major.
So?--Ho, ho ...! Who is to blame for that?
Agnes.
Ah, let us not talk about that, uncle. But from another quarter, I have
had news of him.
Major.
When?
Agnes.
Yesterday.
Major.
And that you have----?
Agnes.
(_Taking a letter from her pocket_.) Please read--and I think you will
not reproach me.
Major (_unfolding the letter_).
Ah, from the little Frohn! Now then, what does the little Frohn write?
(_Reads, muttering_.) Lanskis--Steinhof--met cousin--danced (_aloud_).
Indeed, then he could dance, but not write, that is a nice business--I
should not have believed it of him at all.... (_Reads further,
muttering_.) Eyes for the so-called beautiful Frau von Lanski ... The
whole regiment is talking of it.... Hm! eh, what! Such a goose! What
things such a goose does cackle!... Regiment has other things to bother
itself about.... But such a regulation goose ... If a young lieutenant
like that isn't all the time trotting after them. And when he once
shows attention to a lady who doesn't belong to the regiment ...
Besides, the Lanski is nearly forty ... Such idiocy! Then he might at
least--hm--hm--eh, pardon! Now then, what is it?... My poor old girl
... Yes, yes, jealousy ... You have borne up disgracefully since
yesterday.
Agnes.
I think I have controlled myself, uncle?
Major.
Yes, very true, girl, no one has noticed anything.
_THIRD SCENE_.
THE SAME. WILHELM. _Afterward_ STEPHAN, _the overseer_.
Wilhelm (_entering from the right_).
Herr Stephan is there, Major.
Major.
Come in!
(_Enter_ Stephan.)
Very well, my dear Stephen, I must drive into town directly after
dark. Unless I should be detained, I shall be here early to-morrow
morning--four and a half and four and a half more miles--nine miles....
The coach horses have been exercised to-day?
Stephan.
Yes, indeed, Major.
Major.
Which are in better condition now, the browns or the whites?
Stephan.
That I don't permit myself to decide, Major. They have all had it
severely!
Major.
Well, I will just go and have a look myself. Wilhelm--cap!
Wilhelm.
Very well, Major. (_Exit to the right_.)
Major.
And at half after nine this evening, send a message to my wife and have
her told that I must stay all night at the brick kilns--eh, you
remember (_softly, looking around at_ Agnes) how we managed it the
other times when I was out at night.
Stephan.
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