the rear, Alva Schön is walking up and down before the entrance door. RODRIGO. He lets people wait for him as if he were a concert conductor! RODRIGO. GESCHWITZ. I beg of you, don't speak! GESCHWITZ. RODRIGO. Hold my tongue, with a head as full of thoughts as mine is!—I absolutely can't believe she's changed so awfully much to her advantage there! RODRIGO. GESCHWITZ. She is more glorious to look at than I have ever seen her! GESCHWITZ. RODRIGO. God preserve me from founding my life-happiness on your taste and judgment! If the sickness has hit her as it has you, I'm smashed and thru! You're leaving the contagious ward like an acrobat-lady who's had an accident after giving herself up to art. You can scarcely blow your nose any more. First you need a quarter-hour to sort your fingers, and then you have to be mighty careful not to break off the tip. [Pg 8] RODRIGO. [Pg 8] GESCHWITZ. What puts us under the ground gives her health and strength again. GESCHWITZ. us her RODRIGO. That's all right and fine enough. But I don't think I'll be travelling off with her this evening. RODRIGO. GESCHWITZ. You will let your bride journey all alone, after all?
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