[Half to MRS. KRAUSE; half to HELEN.] Your old man—he's goin' it pretty fast, too.
HELEN
[White as a sheet, vehemently.] Oh, don't talk nonsense.
MRS. KRAUSE
Eh, but listen to the impident hussy. You might think she was a princess! You're tryin' to play bein' a grand lady, I s'ppose! That's the way she goes fer her future husband. [To LOTH, pointing to KAHL.] That's him, you know; they're promised; it's all arranged.
HELEN
[Jumping up.] Stop! or … Stop, mother, or I …
MRS. KRAUSE
Well, I do declare! Say, Doctor, is that what you call eddication, eh? God knows, I treat her as if she was my own child, but that's a little too much.