Wendla.
Quick, Mother, I can't stand it much longer.
Frau Bergmann.
In order to have a child——one must love—the man—to whom one is married—love him, I tell you—as one can only love a man! One must love him so much with one's whole heart, so—so that one can't describe it! One must love him, Wendla, as you at your age are still unable to love——Now you know it!
Wendla.
(Getting up.)
Great——God——in heaven!
Frau Bergmann.
Now you know what an ordeal awaits you!
Wendla.