MRS. HENSCHEL
What fancies is you goin' to have next? 'Tis hangin' where it always did.
HENSCHEL
[Rising.] I think I'll go over to the stables a bit.
MRS. HENSCHEL
I tells you to go to bed, or I'll raise an alarm. You got nothin' to do in the stable now! 'Tis night, an' in bed is where you belong!
HENSCHEL
[Remains standing quietly and looking at HANNE.] Where's Gustel?
MRS. HENSCHEL
What are you botherin' for? She's lyin' in bed asleep! What are you always worritin' over the girl for? She don't lack for nothin'! I don't do nothin' to her!