XLEMUENS: What do you believe?
MARGARET: I mean that sometimes I think that I too am of
noble birth.
CLEMENS: How?
MARGAPET: Well, it would be possible -
CLEMENS: I don't understand you.
MARGARET: But I told you that my parents déertained
aristocratd.
CLEMENS: And even so...
MARGARET: Who knows?
CLEMENS: Margaret! No; how can one speak of such things?
MARGARET: One may never say what one thinks to you; that
the trouble with you; otherwise you would be perfect. (She
strokes his arm). I am so unbelievably fond of you. The
very first evening when you came into the café with Wangenheim.
I knew at once - it is he. Truly you came among us as from
another world.
CLEMENS: I hope so; and thank God, you did'nt look as
though you belonged there either. No, when I think of that
gathering - of the Russian woman for instance, who looked
like a student with her short hair, except that she were no
cap.
MARGARET: That was a very gifted painter, the Baronesa.