She has heard her daughter is about to be married, she says.
Brauer.
[Laughs.] Her daughter? ha, ha! I see! no doubt she has learned of Gertrude's betrothal. Well? and----
Paul.
And so she has come to get her share of the wedding-cake--so she says; but she dare not venture here.
Brauer.
Well, I should advise her to keep a respectful distance. Take good care, Mr. Paul, that she approaches no one of this house. Do you hear? No one. I will see the constable myself; and perhaps we'll soon get rid of her again. Good-morning.
Paul.
Good-morning, Mr. Brauer. [Exit.]