Major von TellheimMAJ. T. (calling after her).

Announce me! Speak for me, Franziska! I shall follow you directly.

What shall I say to her? Yet where the heart can speak, no preparation is necessary. There is one thing only which may need a studied turn . . . this reserve, this scrupulousness of throwing herself, unfortunate as she is, into my arms; this anxiety to make a false show of still possessing that happiness which she has lost through me. How she is to exculpate herself to herself--for by me it is already forgiven--for this distrust in my honour, in her own worth . . . Ah!

here she comes.