So I'm to tell Mr. Spitta but not papa?
WALBURGA
[Involuntarily.] Oh, for heaven's sake, no!
MRS. JOHN
Well, you jus' wait an' see! You jus' look out! There's many a one has looked like you an' has come from your part o' the city an'—has gone to the dogs in the ditch in Dragoner street or, even, behind Swedish hangin's in Barnim street.
WALBURGA
Surely you don't mean to insinuate, Mrs. John, and surely you don't believe that there's anything unpermitted or improper in my relations with Mr. Spitta?
MRS. JOHN
[In extreme fright.] Shut up!—Somebody's put the key into the keyhole.