RODRIGO. (Stepping out of the portières, right.) Will the Herr Baron have coffee in the music-room or on the veranda?
HUGENBERG. Where does that man come from? Out of the same door! He jumped out of the same door!
ALVA. I've taken him into my service. He is dependable.
HUGENBERG. (Grasping his temples.) Fool that I am! Oh, fool!
RODRIGO. Oh, yah, we've seen each other here before! Cut away now to your vice-mamma. Your kid brother might like to uncle his brothers and sisters. Make your sir-papa the grandfather of his children! You're the only thing we've missed. If you once get into my sight in the next two weeks, I'll beat your bean up for porridge.
ALVA. Be quiet, you!
HUGENBERG. I'm a fool!
RODRIGO. What do you want to do with your fire? Don't you know the lady's been dead three weeks?
HUGENBERG. Did they cut off her head?
RODRIGO. No, she's got that still. She was mashed by the cholera.