Allmers.
Here? No, I don’t think so.
The Rat-Wife.
For it would be such a pleasure to me to rid your worships’ house of them.
Rita.
Yes, yes; we understand. But we have nothing of the sort here.
The Rat-Wife.
That’s very unlucky, that is; for I just happened to be on my rounds now, and goodness knows when I may be in these parts again.—Oh, how tired I am!
Allmers.
[Pointing to a chair.] Yes, you look tired.