Mrs Scholz.
It’s as though—as if—I don’t know—Christ! what am I to think!
Mrs Buchner.
That it is a gift, dear friend, for which we must all be thankful.
Mrs Scholz.
Ah! what he looks like! How he has lived! What an existence!—from one country to another, from one town to—ah! he’s gone through something!
[Mrs Buchner is going to stairway.
Mrs Scholz.
What are you going to do?
Mrs Buchner.