MOTHER BAUMERT
I don't know where he can have gone.
BERTHA
Do you think he's not been able to stomach the meat, with not gettin' none for so long?
MOTHER BAUMERT
[In distress, crying.] There now, there! He's not even able to keep it down when he's got it. Up it comes again, the only bite o' good food as he's tasted this many a day.
Re-enter OLD BAUMERT, crying with rage.
OLD BAUMERT
It's no good! I'm too far gone! Now that I've at last got hold of somethin' with a taste in it, my stomach won't keep it.
[He sits down on the bench by the stove crying.