ACT III
Twilight. All lights are extinguished except a few on the chandelier, and one on the Christmas tree. In front, near the stove, William sits at the table, his back towards the adjoining room, sunk in dreary hopeless meditation. Robert and Mrs Scholz enter together from next room.
Mrs Scholz (looking worn out, in lowered tones).
No, my boy, don’t tell me! Now there’s no knowing what next. As soon as trouble comes—Then, ah well!
Robert.
You’re not alone now, mother.
Mrs Scholz.
Ah, just listen to you! You know better. It’s too absurd. Where can you be off to in the middle of the night!
Robert.