FABIG
A good mornin' to you, young woman.
HANNE
[Fiercely.] First of all, I'm no young woman but a girl.
FABIG
[With cunning.] Maybe so. But from all I hears you'll be married soon.
HANNE
That's nothin' but a pack o' mean lies—that's what it is.
FABIG
Well, that's what I heard. It's no fault o' mine. People is sayin' it all over; because Mrs. Henschel died …