Mrs Scholz (after wiping her mouth with her apron).
There, stupid boy, if nothing else will do.—You needn’t use force to us.—There, Ida!
[They kiss each other laughing.
William.
And now—peace!
Mrs Scholz.
Unberufen, my boy!
[Friebe comes out of the kitchen carrying a steaming punch-bowl, goes towards the next room.
William.
Oho! What have we here? Is it good, Friebe?