Frau von Drosse.
Ah--Herr von Hallerpfort! (_He kisses her hand_.) How does this happen?
Two lieutenants in the house at the same time--if that doesn't bring
luck!
Fritz (_quickly_).
We have orders together, mamma.
Hallerpfort.
And alas, madam, we have to be off this very minute.
Frau von Drosse.
How is that? Then I don't have my full hour? And now everything is so
beautifully arranged.... Fritz, my dear Hallerpfort--just a bite, won't
you?... Richard, dear, come to my aid.
Major.
But, dear child, service is service.
Fritz (_with quick decision_).
So, good-bye, mamma!
Frau von Drosse (_embracing him_).
My boy--you will soon have furlough, won't you?
Fritz.
Yes indeed, mamma! After the man[oe]uvres. Then we are free. Then we
will be merry!
Frau von Drosse.
And Hallerpfort is coming with you, isn't he?
Hallerpfort.
With your permission, madam.
Major (_softly, to_ Agnes).
Take leave of him! You will never see him again!
Fritz.
(_Stretching out his hand cheerfully to her_.) Dear Ag-- (_Looks into
her face, and understands that she knows. Softly, earnestly_.)
Farewell, then.
Agnes.
Farewell, Fritz!
Fritz.