ROSE. You promised to try on my dress....
WIFE. Not at this time, child. You can see that I have other things to do now. Or perhaps you wish to keep my husband company while I get the dress ready?
HUSBAND. Olga!
WIFE. What is it?
ROSE puts her fingers into her mouth, looking at once embarrassed and angry.
WIFE. You had better dress decently, my dear young lady, if you are to go with us to the train.
ROSE remains as before.
WIFE. And suppose you take your flowers with you, if there is to be any demonstration....
HUSBAND. That's cruel, Olga!
ROSE. [Dropping a curtsey] Good-bye, Mr. Brunner.