Falk.
Ha, Lind, <g>you've</g> drawn the prize
Of luck,—-congratulations buzz and dance
All day about you, like a swarm of flies.
Lind.
They're all at heart so kindly and so nice;
But rather fewer clients would suffice.
Their helping hands begin to gall and fret me;
I'll get a moment's respite, if they'll let me.
[Going out to the right.
Falk.
Whither away?
Lind.
Our den;—it has a lock;
In case you find the oak is sported, knock.
Falk.
But shall I not fetch Anna to you?
Lind.
No—
If she wants anything, she'll let me know.
Last night we were discussing until late;
We've settled almost everything of weight;
Besides I think it scarcely goes with piety
To have too much of one's beloved's society.
Falk.
Yes, you are right; for daily food we need
A simple diet.
