(_Silberseid and Chanzi-Ginendel take their chairs and seat themselves
near each other._)
SILBERSEID. (_Aside._) I declare! May I know of something evil if ever I
know in what language to begin to speak to her! Well, let us try. (_To
Chanzi-Ginendel, loud._) Et comment vous portez-vous, mademoiselle?
* * * * *
CHANZI-GINENDEL. (_Smiling._) Hm! Hm! You want to know if I am still a
Miss! Yes, believe me, they have been making matches for me without end.
The go-betweens have been tearing down the doors of my sister's house.
There was one who wanted to take me just as I am. He wanted to dress me
up from head to foot, for he is himself very rich, and he does not ask
for a nickel of mine; he is only waiting for my sister to give her
consent. But I have thought over the matter; I thought there was no
hurry yet, that I was not yet an old maid. I am fifteen years this
summer. (_She thinks._) Seven and nine and nine is fifteen.
SILBERSEID. (_Die ganze Zeit verwundert, bei der Seit._) No, no! A gut
Min Franzoesisch! Lā-mir prüwen weiter! (_Hōch._) Haben Sie nicht ein
Bändchen Saphir?
CHANZI-GINENDEL. Wās täug' euch a safirn Bändele? Awade auf a
Halstüchel! Wēiss ich, heunt is' der Kolir schōn araus vun der Mode.
Heunt trāgt män Havana oder Bismarck. Ich hāb' erst nit lang a
Jungermann geschenkt asōns! Willt ihr? Känn ich euch schenken.