KAHL
[Violently breaking through the constraint which arises from his consciousness of having committed a gross blunder.] Oh, pshaw!… It's too dam' foolish! I'm goin' my own ways. [He puts on his hat and says, without turning back:] Evenin'.
MRS. KRAUSE
[Calls out after him.] Don' know's I c'n blame you, William. [She folds her napkin and calls:] Miele! [MIELE enters.] Clear the table! [To herself, but audibly.] Sich a goose!
HOFFMANN
[Somewhat angry.] Well, mother, honestly, I must say….
MRS. KRAUSE
You go and…!
[Arises; exits quickly.