Now for goodness sake do try and speak clearly. Drunken creature!
Friebe (angry).
Yes, I’m—neither the gardener nor the boot boy; and as to what may happen—I shouldn’t need—in every position what I want most—in my position, but no!—Now you have the whole thing clear!
[He wheels round, goes off into the kitchen.
Mrs Scholz.
The man’s gone crazy.
[Ida enters through door of the adjoining room, shuts it behind her; opening it a little again she calls into the room.
Ida.
Wait, good people. Quiet! No impatience!