Olaf.
[Peeping out.] Mother, the manager’s wife is standing at the fountain washing her face!
Mrs. Bernick.
What? In the middle of the market-place?
Mrs. Rummel.
And in broad daylight!
Hilmar.
Well, if I were travelling in the desert and came upon a well, I should never hesitate to——Ugh, that abominable clarinet!
Rörlund.
The police ought really to interfere.