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Professor: You leave- don’t let me detain you, Count.
Count: I’11 see you before you go, Professor. (Goes into
the house)
Professor: You leave, Countess?
Countess: Yes, for Ostende.
Professor: But this is rather sulden.
Rather. That’s my way.
Countess:
Then it will mean the last of our lessons for
Professor:
I'm sorry.
the summer?
Yes, I believe I won't even today- I feel a little
Countess:
tired.
Professor: You are- You look pale, Maria,
Countess: You think so?
Professor: How long will you be gone?
Countess: Till Fall perhaps. Perhaps till late in Fall.
Professor: So we won’t resume our lessons until November?
Countess: (smiling) I don’t think so.
Professor: You don’t think? (Looking at each other)
Countess: I don't think so.
Professor: I am- sismissed, Maria?
Countess: Why do you put it that way, Rudolph? That isn’t
very nice.
Professor: Pardon me. It came a little Uicker than I
thought.
Better too quick than too slow. Don’t you think
Countess:
so?
Professor: Don’t believe that I want to reproach you, child.
Countess: You would have no reason- it was beautiful, wasn't
it? (Gives him her hand)
Professor: (kisses her hand) Perhaps you will be kind enough
to remember me to the Count,
Countess: You are going at once.
Professor: Isn't it best?