Margaret.
What?
Otto.
Although there is nobody at Sir Robert Temple's
house who knows Freda, isn't it possible there may
be somebody who knows you?
Margaret.
[Putting on cloak and hat.] Margaret Schiller? In
the house of a Minister of State? What an idea!
Come, run off for the cab.
[Otto goes off R. Fritz comes down.
Fritz.
But isn't there another possibility?
Margaret.
What is that?
Fritz.
[Nervously.] If Temple is the sort of man people
say, isn't it possible that he may take advantage of
the presence in his house of a young girl—a beautiful
girl——
Margaret.
[Laughing wildly.] That would be the most glorious
chance of all. I would give the world for it!
[Otto returns.
Otto.
Here you are. Got one at the door.
Margaret.
Shoulder the bag then. [Otto and Fritz go out R.]
Good-bye, auntie! Don't look so frightened. [Kissing her.] Good-bye, uncle! Don't be afraid for me.
