Mrs Buchner.
My God!—Was that it!—Struck him, you say?—In—the—f—, in the face? His own father?—
Robert.
Just that.
Mrs Buchner (half beside herself).
Oh my God!—But then—then I can indeed!—Ah! then I must speak to him at once.—Your good old father—for—
Robert (quite startled).
To whom?—
Mrs Buchner (bursting into tears).
To your poor dear old ill-treated father!