Ebeling.
Yes, that's my former wife.
Margot.
I saw her only once in my life. I was a mere child then. She was very
lovely.
Ebeling.
Yes, she was lovely.
Margot.
Oh, and the wonder--wonderful roses! Mamma has told me that you always
have such lovely roses.
Ebeling (_lightly_).
Yes, I have an agreement with a gardener. He keeps me supplied.
Margot (_seemingly convinced_).
Oh!
Ebeling.
May I present them to you, Fraeulein Margot?
Margot.
Oh, dear me, no. The gardener who keeps you supplied might be offended.
Ebeling (_laughing_).
As you wish.
Margot.
And this is the inquisitional chair--where the poor secrets are dragged
out?
Ebeling.
Quite the contrary! The secrets come forth of their own accord. I
always have to say "stop."
Margot.
Well, then, I needn't hesitate to sit down. (_Does so._) _My_ secret
you know--(_sighing_)--only too well!
Ebeling.
My dear Fraeulein Margot; the real secret of your life, the law that
governs your thoughts and feelings, I believe no one knows--not even
your mother.
Margot (_smiling and shrugging her shoulders_).
My good mamma! And I'm here to give you proofs of that fact, am I?
Ebeling (_evasively_).
Oh!
Margot.
The reason for my being here isn't the one you've given me.
Ebeling.
Indeed! What is it?
Margot.
I wasn't left here alone for nothing! Please go ahead, Herr Ebeling, do
your duty and talk me nicely into marrying Baron von--(_shudders_).
See?--I've never once been able to bring his name to my lips. And yet
I'm to pass my whole life with that man! Can one picture anything more
horrible? (_Shudders again._) Do you know of any occupation for me,
Herr Ebeling?
Ebeling.
Occupation? Why?
Margot.