MRS. HENSCHEL
Me? Lies! Damned lies!
[She throws her apron over her face and rushes out.
HENSCHEL
That I … that my wife … that we together … that our Gustel … 'Tis well! 'Tis well!
[He releases WALTHER'S hand and lets his head sink, moaning, on the table.
WALTHER
I won't be made out a liar here.