HENSCHEL
What's the meanin' o' this?
MRS. HENSCHEL
[Snarling at him through her sobs.] Oh, go away from me!
HENSCHEL, visibly taken aback, looks questioningly at SIEBENHAAR, who polishes his glasses and shakes his head.
SIEBENHAAR
[Softly.] I wouldn't bother her just now.
MRS. HENSCHEL
[As before.] You're wishin' me into my grave!