Frau Heinecke. That kind of talk is enough to turn you cold----
Heinecke. So that is my son!
Robert. And don't imagine that you will lose by taking my advice. Look at me! I have learned a few things, haven't I? I'm healthy, I can be trusted, can't I--The few remaining years you can trust to me, can't you?--Can't you see. I want nothing better than to work for you--I'll make you rich! Rich! you can do what you like with me! I'll be your slave! Your pack-horse--Only give back that money!
Heinecke. That's all very well! But a bird in the hand--Let me tell you!
Michalski. You're right there, Father!
Heinecke. I certainly am right!--You run along and chase your sparrows, my boy. I'll keep the bird I've got.
Michalski. Bravo!
Robert. And you, Mother?--(She turns away) You too?--God, what have I left?--Alma, what about you? I offer you everything. Only help me! (He takes her hand. She struggles a little. He draws her toward the center) You've given yourself away. Well, perhaps that's your right. But you won't sell yourself--you can't sell your love in the public market. Alma, tell them that!
Alma. (Angrily) Let me go!
Auguste. He's breaking the kid's arm.