HENSCHEL
[In passing.] Yes, yes, mother; it's rainin'.—An' it's a man's own brother-in-law that takes him in that way.
[He sits down on the bench.
HANNE has lit a tallow candle and puts it into a candle stick of tin, which she sets on the table.
MRS. HENSCHEL
You're too good, father. That's what it is. You don't think no evil o' people.
GRUNERT
[Sitting down at the table and writing a prescription.] I'll write down something for you to get from the chemist.
MRS. HENSCHEL
No, I tell you, if that chestnut dies on top o' everythin' else—! I don't believe God's meanin' to let that happen!