There's no use in drawin' it out. What's over and done with is over.
HENSCHEL
[Rising heavily and going toward the adjoining room.] An' Berthel? What's to become o' the lass?
MRS. HENSCHEL
She'll have to go to father, over in Quolsdorf.
HENSCHEL
[At the door of the bedroom.] Let it be. To-morrow is another day. Everythin' changes, as Siebenhaar says. To-morrow, maybe, everythin' 'll look different.
[Pause.]
HENSCHEL
[Invisible in the next room.] Berthel is sweating all over again.