SPITTA Certainly.
[He looks straight at HASSENREUTER.
HASSENREUTER
You two want to make an ass of me. But you won't succeed! Silence! Not a word! I would have expected something very different from you! This is a striking proof of ingratitude. Keep still! Furthermore, a gentleman was here just now! That gentleman is afraid in Berlin! March! Follow him! Take him down into the street and try to make it clear to him that I'm neither your bootblack nor his.
[SPITTA shrugs his shoulders, takes his hat and goes.
HASSENREUTER
[Strides up to WALBURGA energetically and tweaks her ear.] And as for you, my dear, you'll have your ears soundly boxed if ever again without my permission you exchange two words with this rascal of a theologian gone to smash!
WALBURGA
Ouch, papa, ouch!