[Frightened at MRS. JOHN, who is speaking in her sleep.] Listen to her: do!
SPITTA
Great drops of sweat are standing on her forehead. Come here! Just look at the rusty old horseshoe that she is clasping with both hands.
WALBURGA
[Listens and starts with fright again.] Papa!
SPITTA
I don't understand you. Let him come, Walburga. The essential thing is that one knows what one wants and that one has a clean conscience. I am ready. I long for the explanation to come about.
A loud knocking is heard at the door.
SPITTA
[Firmly.] Come in!