Alma. You've got nothing to say to me any more. (She breaks away)
Robert. Little sister!
Alma. And I'm going to the masked ball, too! Ask mother if I ain't.
Robert. Mother!
Frau Heinecke. Why shouldn't the poor child have a little fun once in a while?
Robert. (Overcome) So we've gone that far?
Michalski. (Sitting in chair, mockingly) Yes, we've gone that far!
Robert. You--Procuror! Get out of that chair! (Michalski remains seated, Robert takes hold of the back of the chair) Get up, I say, and get out of here, both of you!
Michalski. (Threateningly) Now that's a little too fresh!
Robert. (Who has seized the chair) Dare to lay a hand on me!