every day for the last fifteen or twenty years, and yet –
Haus.
Yes, we were all younger, twenty years ago. But even to
the very last day the Frau Councillor didn’t look like
an old woman. And this summer, since she had grown thinner
and paler, one would have/sworn – why, one night I was
coming through here, late in the evening, and the Frau
Councillor was sitting there, -- my eyes, but I took her
for her younger sister – begging your pardon.
Haus.
(After a short cause)
Well, Borromaus, what was it that arrogant Franz of the
Baron's told you to do?
Borr.
Oh, no indeed, sir, I mustn't bother you any more with my
talk.
(He hisses his hand)
I know what it means – you see I was married and I
buried my wife.
(He is terrified at his own words)
I-- I mean only --
Haus
Very good, Borromaus.
(qhort fause)
Borr.
And the young master?
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