Kurz's eyes were riveted on the woman standing in the doorway.
"Aren't you glad to see Mutter Schwegel?" He asked. "When we've been talking of her all night?"
Kurz was muttering to himself.
"Mutter—Schwegel—;" Kurz mumbled. "Mutter Schwegel—! It—is—that—I—wanted—to—tell—you—about—Mutter Schwegel. It—is—as—I—thought. It—is—ach!—it—is—then—that—way—with—us—!"
He felt that the woman was coming into the room.
He turned and looked at her.
"Mutter—Schwegel—is—dead;" Kurz stammered.
He saw that the old woman smiled.
"She—is—dead. Dead—!" Kurz mumbled.
He smiled back at her.