Herr Von Donniges. Is there a carriage at the door?
Landlord. Yes.
Herr Von Donniges. If any one asks, tell them my daughter is insane—a maniac—and a little force was necessary—you understand?
Landlord. I understand.
Herr Von Donniges. Here, we must carry her out.
[Tears down curtains from windows and rolls Helene in the curtains.]
Landlord. You must pay for those!
Herr Von Donniges. Name the amount!
Landlord. Why, they cost me——
Herr Von Donniges. Never mind. Charge them to the Jew. Here, help carry her—this daughter who has ruined me!