Ah, my soul thirsts for the heights--my soul thirsts for the heights every afternoon. Just as soon as ever my sallow-faced pupil has thrown himself down on the couch to give his red corpuscles a chance to grow, "I gayly grasp my Alpine staff and mount to my beloved." Frau Lindemann (_scornfully_). Bah! Struebel. Oh, you're thinking that _you_ are my beloved? No, dearest: my beloved stays down there. But to get nearer to her, I have to come up here--up to your telescope. With the aid of your telescope I can look right into her window--see? Rosa (_laughing_). Oh, so that's why---- Frau Lindemann. Perhaps you think I'm interested in all that?--Besides, I've no more time for you.--Moreover, I'm going to have this place cleaned right away. Good-bye, Herr Struebel. (_Goes out._) Struebel (_laughing_). I certainly caught it that time! See here, Rosa, what's got into her head? Rosa (_mysteriously_). Ahem, there are crowned heads and other heads--and--ahem--there are letters _with_ crowns and letters _without_ crowns. Struebel. Letters--? Are you----? Rosa. There are maids of honour--and other maids! (_Giggles._) Struebel. Permit me. (_Tapping her forehead lightly with his finger._) Ow! Ow! Rosa. What's the matter? Struebel. Why, your head's on fire! Blow! Blow! And while you are getting some salve for my burns, I'll just-- (_Goes to the telescope._) (_Enter_ Frau Von Halldorf, Liddy, _and_ Milly. Frau Von Halldorf _is an aristocratic woman, somewhat supercilious and affected._) Liddy. Here's the telescope, mother. Now you can see for yourself. Frau v. Halldorf. What a pity that it's in use just now. Struebel (_stepping back_). Oh, I beg of you, ladies--I have plenty of time. I can wait. Frau v. Halldorf (_condescendingly_). Ah, thanks so much. (_She goes up to the telescope, while Struebel returns to his former place._) Waitress! Bring us three glasses of milk. Liddy (_as_ Milly _languidly drops into a chair_). Beyond to the right is the road, mother. Frau v. Halldorf. Oh, I have found the road, but I see no carriage--neither a royal carriage nor any other sort. Liddy. Let me look. Frau v. Halldorf. Please do. Liddy. It has disappeared now. Frau v. Halldorf. Are you quite sure that it was a royal carriage? Liddy. Oh, one has an instinct for that sort of thing, mother. It comes to one in the cradle.