WERMELSKIRCH
Who's in there?
MRS. HENSCHEL
Mr. Siebenhaar.—'Tis so still. Nobody don't answer.—
SIEBENHAAR
[Very pale and holding BERTHEL on his arm hurries out of the bedroom.] Mrs. Henschel, take your child and go up to my wife.
MRS. HENSCHEL
[Already with the child in her arms.] For God's sake, what has happened?
SIEBENHAAR
You'll find that out all too soon.