“When?” she asked.
“What’s the use to me?” she persisted
“When you are in the grafe,” he answered after a pause.
“What’s the use to me?” she persisted.
“My dear,” he said, with such gallantry as he could command, “it shows what you iss vorth.”
Somehow, she was not flattered. She was a good wife, who worked hard, and she herself thought she was worth it, but she was selfish enough to think she ought to realize on her own value.
“No, nein,” he argued, “it ain’t the vay it’s done. You got yourself, ain’t it, yes? When you ain’t got yourself, you ain’t here, but I am. You don’t looss yourself when you die, but I looss you, and you’re vorth a lot.”