[Who has overheard.] Ill? An' who was it made me ill? You two—you an' your wench!
HENSCHEL
Now I'd like to know who in the world put notions like that into your head? The girl an' I! I don't understand the whole blasted thing! I'm supposed to have dealin's with her?
MRS. HENSCHEL
Don't you fetch aprons an' ribands for her?
HENSCHEL
[With renewed perplexity.] Aprons and ribands?
MRS. HENSCHEL
Yes, aprons and ribands.