Robert.
H’m—mother I should blame her if she did. She’s not a little child any longer. Times have changed a bit, God knows.
Dr Scholz.
But I—I have not changed. I am the master in this house—I’ll prove it to you.
Robert.
Ridiculous!
Dr Scholz (screaming).
Scoundrels!—Wretches!—I disinherit you—I’ll throw you on the streets.
Robert.