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"Surely not the mother-in-law!?"

"Naturally," I said, "the mother-in-law!
She was, you see, definitely not in America!!!"

"Hahahaha!" laughed the papa,
so that a flood of tears surged from his eyes,
"You see," he yelled with great hearty amusement,
"You see, there are still points
that are funny - without being offensive!"

"Yeah!" I said. But all this great humor
Simply prepares us, using nice contrast,
for this deeply woeful scene:

The day comes to an end. The sun fades.
The guests gradually leave.
A deep silence lies over the scene.
Only in the background do we hear quiet music.
And from the right comes Kasimir with Mathilde.
"Honey," he calls in happy jest,
"I dedicate this foamy mug to you!"
But Mathilde sighs in melancholy: "Kasimir,
An anxious thought just ran through my heart!
You are a prince from a foreign land,
I am just a common girl,
Never leave me! Promise me!"

"My darling fool!" says Peter Kasimir.

Then he speaks in a manly tone:
"That my wife would call me a liar!
As true as the stars hang in the sky,
We will never be pulled apart!"

Then suddenly, they hear the sound of trumpets,