And I'm bringing you a little wine which you are to drink. It will do you good.—Is it possible you don't recognize me?
MRS. HENSCHEL
Well, now, that'd be queer. You are, sure—you are our Mr. Siebenhaar. Things hasn't come to such a pass with me yet. I recognise you all right!—I don't know: has I been dreamin' or what?
SIEBENHAAR
You may have been. How are you otherwise?
MRS. HENSCHEL
But sure enough you're Siebenhaar.
SIEBENHAAR
Perhaps you thought I was your husband!