William (twisting the ends of his moustache nervously; walks up and down casting threatening glances at Robert).
Robert.
What now? How do you mean? I don’t know what you want.
Augusta.
Well, it certainly wasn’t exactly friendly.
Robert.
Do leave me alone. Besides, what should I do with it?
[Song and piano accompaniment from next room interrupt speakers. All look at one another, startled.
Ida’s Voice.