Very well, then, let him gamble it away. I find that in general we pay so little heed to him.... I am obliged to think all the time how he acted in a roundabout way in the matter of Foxblaze. He didn't trust himself even to tell it. Major (_laughing_). No, child--but just stop.... Besides the charger he already has two others ... And one of them is Mohammed! Such a big stable--it is only a nuisance to him.... Just consider! Frau von Drosse. Ah, it is surely only restlessness. Ah, I wish he were only---- Wilhelm. (_Who had gone out, appears excitedly at the door on the right and calls softly_.) Major, Major! Major (_springing up_). What is it? Wilhelm (_in a whisper_). The--the--young master! Frau von Drosse (_turning round suddenly_). What is it about the young master? Major (_rushes out. His voice is heard_). Boy, boy, boy! (Frau von Drosse _breaks out in ecstatic laughter_.) Agnes. Quietly, aunt! Quietly! Don't excite yourself! _SEVENTH SCENE_. THE SAME. FRITZ VON DROSSE (_in hussar uniform, his mother's son, slender, delicate, very youthful, blond to the roots of his closely cropped hair, small curled moustache, erratic person. Uneasiness is veiled beneath a noisy cheerfulness_). Frau von Drosse. (_Goes to meet him with outstretched arms_.) My God! there he really is! Fritz. I should think he was! (_Presses her to his heart and strokes her hair, closes his eyes a moment, as if overcome with faintness_.) But be seated, mamma, be seated. Confound it, but I have ridden! And on the way, my horse lost another shoe. Major. Mohammed? Fritz. No, I am riding the Spy. Major. Where did it happen? Fritz. Thank God! just near Gehlsdorf.... I wasted twenty-five minutes at the blacksmith's.... But then--when--you should have seen!... Yes, Wilhelm, just see to it that the horse is well scraped and rubbed down. And don't let him stand just now--first lead him about properly.... An hour, feeding time--understand, old chap?... There, give me your paw--so!--don't be so agitated.... And now, go on, out with you! (_Exit_ Wilhelm.) Frau von Drosse. Come here, my Fritzchen, sit beside me! Fritz. Very well, mamma, let us, very well! Frau von Drosse. You see, Agnes she had a presentiment about you. Fritz. Ah! Good-day, Agnes! Agnes. Good-day, Fritz! Fritz. You are so formal!