Well, that's the queerest thing—!
MRS. HENSCHEL
Don't you think everythin' she does right an' fine? D'you ever give her a angry word? She's like the missis of the house this very day.
HENSCHEL
Mother, keep still: I'm advisin' you!
MRS. HENSCHEL
'Tis you that has to keep still, 'cause there's nothin' you c'n say!
SIEBENHAAR
[Standing by the bed.] Mrs. Henschel, you must collect yourself! All this you're saying is the merest fancy!