I don't rightly know why I turned the key.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Them people has gone an' addled your brains for you! They'll have to answer some day for the things they've put into your head! I took as good care o' your girl as I did o' my own. She wouldn't ha' died o' that! But I can't wake the dead. If a body is to die, she dies—in this world. There's no holdin' people like that; they has to go. There never was much strength in Gustel—you know that as well as I. Why do you go axin' me an' lookin' at me as if I done God knows what to her!
HENSCHEL
[Suspiciously.] Maybe you did somethin'. 'Tis not impossible.
MRS. HENSCHEL
[Beside herself.] Oh, if somebody'd foretold this—I'd ha' gone beggin' my bread first. No, no, O my goodness, if I'd ha' known that! To have to listen to things like that! Didn't I want to go? An' who kept me back? Who held me fast in the house here? I could ha' made my livin' any time! I wasn't afraid; I could always work. But you didn't let up. Now I got my reward. Now I got to suffer for it!
HENSCHEL
'Tis true, maybe, that you has to suffer for it. Things comes as they come. What c'n a body do?
[He locks the door again.