Augusta.
You say that—you, who lifted your hand against your own father!
Dr Scholz (his voice trembling with rage, in a tone of absolute command).
Augusta!—leave the room—this instant!!!
Augusta.
Well!—I should like to know—
Dr Scholz.
Leave the room this minute.
Mrs Scholz.
Oh, dear God, why can’t I die? Augusta, do you hear? (crying) Obey your father!