terminated difficulty--and maybe not. I oan lay claim to
nany accomplishments, you know, Are you still prepared to
complain? Was it not for the best that I went to Munich?
would I have made your asquaintance else?
Clem: You did'nt go there with that object in view.
Marg: I wanted to be free--inwardly I mean. I wantedd to prove
to myself whether I could subceed through my own efforts.
And, admit; did it look as if I was going to? I was
pretty well advanced on the road to fame.
Clem:
H°mj
But you were dearer to me than fame.
Marg:
(good-naturedly) And surer.
Clem:
Marg: I didn't give it a thought. I suppose it's because I
loved you from the very start. For in my dreams, I
always conjured up a man of your likeness. I always
seemed to realize that it could only be a man like you who
would make me happy.Seo—is no "empty dream.” nothing
what=ver oan weigh in the balance with that. You see,
that's why I can't resist the belief--
What?
Clem:
Oh, I sometimes think ihmust have noble blood in my venis.
Marg:
How so?
Clem:
Marg: It’s not improbable?
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Clem:
But I told you that any number of theglstocracy were
Marg:
entertained at our house--
Clem:
Well, and if they were.
Marg: Who knows –--?
Clem: Margaretre, you’re positively congressing. How can you
hint at such a thingj
I can never say what I think in your presence, it seems,
Marg:
That's your only short-coming--otherwise you would be
quite perfect. (she miles up to him). You've won my
heart completely. That very first evening when you
walked into the safe with Wangenheim, I had an immediate