(With outstretched arms.)
I am joyful and happy! What can please the Creator more than a joyful
creature!
(Franziska returns.)
Have you returned, Franziska? You pity him! I do not pity him.
Misfortune too is useful. Perhaps heaven deprived him of everything--
to give him all again, through me!

FRAN.
He may be here at any moment.--You are still in your morning dress, my
lady. Ought you not to dress yourself quickly?

MIN.
Not at all. He will now see me more frequently so, than dressed out.

FRAN.
Oh! you know, my lady, how you look best.

MIN. (after a pause).
Truly, girl, you have hit it again.

FRAN.
I think women who are beautiful, are most so when unadorned.

MIN.
Must we then be beautiful? Perhaps it was necessary that we should
think ourselves so. Enough for me, if only I am beautiful in his eyes.
Franziska, if all women feel as I now feel, we are--strange things.
Tender hearted, yet proud; virtuous, yet vain; passionate, yet
innocent. I dare say you do not understand me. I do not rightly