I really don’t see. It’s so long since he wanted me; one was at any rate one’s own master; now it will begin all over again. The old worry!—now in one’s old days, one will be ordered about like a little child!
Robert.
Oh! how you exaggerate! It’s always the same, you will exaggerate so.
Mrs Scholz.
Just you wait till he sees the empty greenhouse to-morrow. There’s waste enough without my keeping another gardener; the bee-hives, they’re gone too. No flowers need trouble themselves to grow for anything I care, they only give you headaches; and then the insects——I don’t know what he gets out of it; and for that, one must be ordered about like a good-for-nothing! The first “hallo!” startles me out of my wits. Oh, this world is no longer any good.
Robert (while Mrs Scholz speaks, shrugs his shoulders and turns to go, then stops and answers).
Was it ever better, then?
Mrs Scholz.
Better! I should think so!!