[He presses his handkerchief to his nose.
MRS. JOHN
[Breathing convulsively, brings a towel.] Who was it scratched your wrist into shreds that way?
BRUNO
[Listening to the bells.] Half past three o'clock this mornin' she could ha' heard them bells yet.
MRS. JOHN
O Jesus, my Saviour! That ain't true! That can't noways be possible! I didn't tell you nothin' like that, Bruno! Bruno, I has to sit down. Oh! [She sits down.] That's what our father foretold to me on his dyin' bed.
BRUNO
It ain't so easy jokin' with me. If you go to see Minna, jus' tell her that I got the trick o' that kind o' thing an' that them goin's on with Karl an' with Fritz has to stop.