MRS. HENSCHEL
Yes, yes, you c'n believe me; I'm goin' to die. For all I care you can say so to your mother.
KARLCHEN
I'm goin' to get a Bashly cap, Mrs. Henschel.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Yes, yes, you c'n believe me. Come over here a bit. Keep reel still an' listen. D'you hear how it ticks? D'you hear how it ticks in the rotten wood?
KARLCHEN
[Whose wrist she holds in her fevered grasp.] I'm afraid, Mrs. Henschel.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Oh, never mind. We all has to die! D'you hear how it ticks? Do you? What is that? 'Tis the deathwatch that ticks. [She falls back.] One … two … one …—Oh, what a girl, what a girl!