MRS. HASSENREUTER enters, more out of breath than usual. An expression of relief comes over her face as she catches sight of her daughter.
MRS. HASSENREUTER
Thank God! There you are, children! [Trembling, WALBURGA throws herself into her mother's arms.] Girlie, but what a fright you've given your old mother.
[A pause in which only the breathing of MRS. HASSENREUTER is heard.
WALBURGA
Forgive me, mama: I couldn't act differently.
MRS. HASSENREUTER
Oh, no! One doesn't write letters containing such thoughts to one's own mother. And especially not to a mother like me. If your soul is in pain you know very well that you can always count on me for help and counsel. I'm not a monster, and I was young myself once. But to threaten to drown yourself … and things like that … no, that's all wrong. You shouldn't have done that. Surely you agree with me, Mr. Spitta. And now this very minute … heavens, how you both look!… this very minute you must both come home with me!—What's the matter with Mrs. John?
WALBURGA
Oh yes, help us! Don't forsake us! Take us with you, mama! Oh, I'm so glad that you're here! I was just paralysed with fright!