WEHRHAHN
Oh, of course, she may have a screw loose in that respect. But that's no fault of character. What have you hanging there, Mr. Motes?
MOTES
They're some wire snares. I'm taking them to the forester Seidel.
WEHRHAHN
Do let me see one of those things. [He takes one and looks at it closely.] And in these things the poor beasts are slowly throttled to death.
MRS. WOLFF enters, followed by MITTELDORF. She is drying her hands, which are still moist from the wash tub.
MRS. WOLFF
[Unembarrassed, cheerfully, with a swift glance at the snares.] Here I am. What's up now? What'm I bein' wanted for?