Blumenblatt Flashcards
CONSTABLE: In you go and no arguments.
WEINBERL: Someone is going to pay for this.
MISS BLUMENBLATT: What? Surely this can’t be the young woman?
WEINBERL: Of course she isn’t –
CHRISTOPHER: And I can prove it.
WEINBERL: – if she has to. (To CHRISTOPHER) At the same time we don’t want to be taken for someone who leaves society to pay his bills.
CONSTABLE: I’ll station myself on the front steps, and wait for your brother-in-law. (CONSTABLE exits)
WEINBERL: Thank heavens! Now you can see that my friend and I are the innocent victims of a police force the like of which would explode the credibility of a comic opera.
MISS BLUMENBLATT: (Folding up the letter) Ah – now I understand.
WEINBERL: Thank goodness –
MISS BLUMENBLATT: Lisette … you know where we keep the tin of broken biscuits. Take the coachman into the kitchen and give him one.
LISETTE: Oui, Madame. Walk zis way.
WEINBERL: We must be going – we have a long way to get home.
MISS BLUMENBLATT: (Barring their way) Stop! You are not leaving here.
WEINBERL: What!
MISS BLUMENBLATT: My dear pretty child – of course I don’t blame you! Your fate is exactly like my own. It happened to me on a horse-tram in the Bahnhofstrasse!
WEINBERL: You mean, the minute you got on it took off like a rocket –?
CHRISTOPHER: What? You don’t mean –
WEINBERL: Of course she doesn’t – Madame, would you mind telling us exactly what is in that letter?
MISS BLUMENBLATT: Only what you would expect a possessive guardian to write when his virgin niece has been abducted by a notorious Don Juan.
WEINBERL: He’s as wrong about me as he is about her.
MISS BLUMENBLATT: Of course he is. Have no fear. I will see you married in the morning.
WEINBERL: (Without thinking) Thank you. No – I think we ought to wait – she’s so young, and I’d like to sleep on it, elsewhere –
MISS BLUMENBLATT: (To CHRISTOPHER) This may be your uncle.
CHRISTOPHER: None too soon.
WEINBERL: This’ll clear things up. (LISETTE appears with MELCHIOR.) … on the other hand maybe it won’t.
MISS BLUMENBLATT: Well, sir?
(WEINBERL and CHRISTOPHER are naturally surprised and dismayed.)
CHRISTOPHER: That’s –
WEINBERL: Zangler’s servant!
MISS BLUMENBLATT: Do you know this man, Herr Sonders?
WEINBERL: Sonders?
CHRISTOPHER: (Panicking faintly) Oh, I’ve got it!
WEINBERL: (Terrified) I think I gave it to you.