Marie, both Gertrude and myself insist, that you cease this endless drudgery for our sakes; it isn't right.
[Marie, humming, pays no heed--looks into space.]
Gertrude.
See, she is not even listening.
Mrs. Brauer.
What's that you are singing?
Marie.
I--? Was I singing?
Mrs. Brauer.
Well then, humming.