Can't be done. I gotta be goin'. [He puts an arm around LEONTINE, who frees herself carelessly and with a contemptuous expression.]—If mother don't hear my hammerin' downstairs she'll be swimmin' away in tears an' the bed with her when I gets home.
LEONTINE
That's nothin' but jealousy, mama.
MRS. FIELITZ
Maybe it is, an' maybe she's got reason. You go on up to your work.—How is the Missis?
LANGHEINRICH
Pretty low. What c'n you expect?
LEONTINE
You'll be drivin' me to work till I gets consumption.