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Mrs. Halm.
And yet you walk at nightfall unprotected?
Arrange the room, and see that tea is ready;
Let everything be nice; I know the lady.
[Svanhild goes in.
Stiver [to Falk].
What is the colour of this parson's coat?
Falk.
I guess bread-taxers would not catch his vote.
Stiver.
How if one made allusion to the store
Of verses, yet unpublished, in my drawer?
Falk.
It might do something.
Stiver.
Would to heaven it might!
Our wedding's imminent; our purses light.
Courtship's a very serious affair.
Falk.
Just so: "Qu'allais-tu faire dans cette galère?"
Stiver.
Is courtship a "galère"?
