Wendla.
I go to them because they are poor.
Melchior.
But if it weren't a pleasure to you, you wouldn't go?
Wendla.
Can I help it that it makes me happy?
Melchior.
And because of it you expect to go to heaven! So it's true, then, that which has given me no peace for a month past!—Can the covetous man help it that it is no pleasure to him to go to see dirty sick children?
Wendla.
Oh, surely it would give you the greatest pleasure!