Mrs Scholz.
What do you want?
Friebe (whispering mysteriously).
I’ve got a—surprise, Mrs Sch—olz—
Mrs Scholz (shrinking back).
You’ve been drinking! You—
Friebe.
I’ve been on the look out, all sorts of ways, and I’ve—got something to tell you.
Mrs Scholz.
Well? yes, yes! Only say quickly what you’ve got to say.