Frau von Drosse (_imploringly_).
Richard, the time is just now so short.
Major.
Won't do, child! I have to speak to him about something.
Fritz.
What is it, father? There is indeed no question of ...
Frau von Drosse (_standing up and sighing_).
Don't be too long, Richard. Remember I wish to have something more of
him. (_Goes with_ Agnes _to the door on the left, where she turns
again_.) My boy, don't you look at me any more?
Fritz.
(_Who has been standing with averted face, biting his lips, turns
suddenly_.) At your service, mother!
Frau von Drosse.
Now he is on his "at your service" footing, even with me.
(_Exit_ Frau von Drosse _with_ Agnes.)
_EIGHTH SCENE_.