You c'n say that. Maybe it's true. But if the dead was to come back an' was to say their say—'tis old Mrs. Henschel that could tell you a thing or two. She couldn't live an' she didn't want to live! An' what's the main thing—she wasn't to live!
SIEBENHAAR
Hauffe, you'd better take care! If Henschel were to get wind of that …
HAUFFE
I wouldn't have to take care if he did! I'd say that to anyone's face.
Old Mrs. Henschel—she was meant to die! If they pisened her, I couldn't
say; I wasn't on the spot. But that thing didn't happen no natural way.
She was a well woman; she might ha' lived thirty years.
SIEBENHAAR drinks and rises.
WALTHER
I c'n bear witness that she was well. She was my own sister an' I ought to know. She was in the way an' had to go.
SIEBENHAAR leaves quietly.