Ida.
Ah, mother! William! you—you shouldn’t have told him so suddenly.
Mrs Buchner.
William! are you a man! you cannot have deceived us. If you have still a spark of love for us—for Ida, I demand it of you. I—a woman—
Ida (intercepts William, who has seized his outdoor things, flings her arms round and holds him fast).
You shall not go—or else I—mother, if he goes, I go with him!
William.
Why have you concealed this from me?
Ida.