Ida.
Now—promise me—now—
William.
I swear to you now—
[A piercing scream from the next room cuts his words short. Startled and terrified they stand looking into each other’s eyes. Voice of Mrs Scholz:—“My husband’s dying, my dear good Fritz is dying, my husband!”—Loud crying.]
William.
My God!—What?—Father!!! Father!!!
[Is about to rush into next room, Ida stops him.
Ida.
William!—Control yourself, and—don’t go without me.