My father for me is a certain Fritz Scholz, doctor of medicine.
Augusta.
Oh yes—go on!
Robert.
And if I cannot feel towards this man quite so indifferent as towards any other tomfool, it is because I—and then—(he smokes) because I—well just this—I am myself to a certain extent the product of his folly.
Mrs Buchner (hardly believing her ears).
Excuse me! I can’t follow you so far. How can you say such a thing?—It really quite upsets me.
Mrs Scholz (to Mrs Buchner).
There, there!—You’ll see things in this house——