Falk.
You think the occasion good to get it <g>curled</g>?
Well, my good friend, you won't be disappointed;
Go and announce your union to the world!
Lind.
Other reflections also weigh with me,
And one of more especial gravity;
Say that there lurked among our motley band
Some sneaking, sly pretender to her hand;
Say, his attentions became undisguised,—
We should be disagreeably compromised.
Falk.
Yes, it is true; it had escaped my mind,
You for a higher office were designed,
Love as his young licentiate has retained you;
Shortly you'll get a permanent position;
But it would be defying all tradition
If at the present moment he ordained you.
Lind.
Yes if the merchant does not—
Falk.
What of him?
Anna [troubled].
Oh, it is Lind's unreasonable whim.