Chapter 56

Werner, Franziska

FRAN. (aside). Yes, indeed, he is more than good!--Such a man will never fall in my way again.--It must come out. (Approaching Werner bashfully.) Mr. Sergeant!

WER. (wiping his eyes). Well!

FRAN. Mr. Sergeant!!!!!

WER. What do you want, little woman?

FRAN. Look at me, Mr. Sergeant.

WER. I can't yet; there is something, I don't know what, in my eyes.

FRAN. Now do look at me!

WER. I am afraid I have looked at you too much already, little woman! There, now I can see you. What then?

FRAN. Mr. Sergeant--don't you want a Mrs. Sergeant?

WER. Do you really mean it, little woman?

FRAN. Really I do.

WER. And would you go with me to Persia even?

FRAN. Wherever you please.

WER. You will! Hullo, Major, no boasting! At any rate I have got as good a wife, and as trusty a friend, as you.--Give me your hand, my little woman! It's a match!--In ten years' time you shall be a general's wife, or a widow!

End of Project Gutenberg's Minna von Barnhelm, by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing