"Are you going to her? And what shall you live on?"
"I don't know. Surely not on your money."
"And the children?"
"I shall gladly see the children if they will see me. But they won't, you will surely see to that."
"I'll see to it. You shan't see them. Poor children!"
"Be good to them, Lucia, and advise them to get entangled in lies as little as possible. For some people it is distressing. Others are better able to cope with it. Good-bye! So we need not hope for a reconciliation or an agreement between us, need we?"
"Never! I swear it by God and by my innocent children."
"I do not swear, but you need not fear that I shall make any further attempts. I shall demand leave of absence this very day and hand in my resignation. We shall probably not see each other again. Forgive me if I have grieved you. I intended no ill."
A sarcastic laugh -
"Oh, come! intended no ill! Say that to Satan when you stand before the everlasting fire. If you want to go, then, go right off too. - And God have mercy on your soul."