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ARMGART.


SCENE I.


A Salon lit with lamps and ornamented with green plants. An open piano, with many scattered sheets of music. Bronze busts of Beethoven and Gluck on pillars opposite each other. A small table spread with supper. To Fräulein Walpurga, who advances with a slight lameness of gait from an adjoining room, enters Graf Dornberg at the opposite door in a travelling dress.


Graf

Good-morning, Fraulein!


Walpurga.

What, so soon returned?
I feared your mission kept you still at Prague.


Graf

But now arrived! You see my travelling dress.
I hurried from the panting, roaring steam
Like any courier of embassy
Who hides the fiends of war within his bag.


Walpurga.

You know that Armgart sings to-night?


Graf

Has sung!

'T is close on half-past nine. The Orpheus