Major von Tellheim, FranziskaMAJ. T.

Her tears? And I am to leave her.

(Is about to follow her.)

FRAN. (holding him back).

Surely not, Major. You would not follow her into her own room!

MAJ. T.

Her misfortune? Did she not speak of misfortune?

FRAN.

Yes, truly; the misfortune of losing you, after--MAJ. T.

After? After what? There is more in this. What is it, Franziska? Tell me! Speak!

FRAN.

After, I mean, she has made such sacrifices on your account.

MAJ. T.

Sacrifices for me!

FRAN.

Well, listen. It is a good thing for you, Major, that you are freed from your engagement with her in this manner.--Why should I not tell you? It cannot remain a secret long. We have fled from home. Count von Bruchsal has disinherited my mistress, because she would not accept a husband of his choice. On that every one deserted and slighted her.

What could we do? We determined to seek him, whom--MAJ. T.

Enough! Come, and let me throw myself at her feet.

FRAN.

What are you thinking about! Rather go, and thank your good fortune.

MAJ. T.

Pitiful creature! For what do you take me? Yet no, my dear Franziska, the advice did not come from your heart. Forgive my anger!

FRAN.

Do not detain me any longer. I must see what she is about. How easily something might happen to her. Go now, and come again, if you like.

(Follows Minna.)