Were I ever to come into a position to make a man my master, I should
impose upon him but one condition, the wise rule of conduct of my old
aunt: Smoke tobacco, my husband, as much as you please; at most it
will spoil the walls; but never dare to look at a newspaper--that will
spoil your character.

[KORB _appears at the door_.]

What news do you bring, Korb?

KORB (_hastily, mysteriously_).

It isn't true!

ADELAIDE (_the same_). What isn't true?

KORB.

That he has a fiancée. He has no idea of it. His friend says he has
but one lady-love.

ADELAIDE (_eagerly_).

Who is she?

KORB. His newspaper.


ADELAIDE (_relieved_).