But it's no use, child!——I can't justify it. I deserve to be put into prison——to have you taken from me.
Wendla.
Take heart, Mother!
Frau Bergmann.
Listen, then——!
Wendla.
(Trembling under the apron.)
O God! O God!
Frau Bergmann.
In order to have a child——do you understand me, Wendla?