Heinecke. 'Specially when a man goes walking at eleven o'clock and eats pound-cake to boot!
Auguste. Are you two at it again? (To Michalski) Will you never shut up? Can't you see he's in his second childhood?
Heinecke. I'm in--Good!--Now you see! That's the way I'm treated by my own children!
Robert. (Aside to Auguste) Really, sister, I never thought you would say a thing like that!
Auguste. What are you talking about?
(Enter Wilhelm.)
All. (Except Robert) It's Wilhelm! Good morning, Wilhelm! (Heinecke and Michalski shake hands with him)
Frau Heinecke. Who is the pretty bouquet for? That must be for somebody in the city.
Wilhelm. No, it's for you ... You are the young gentleman? (Robert nods--cordially) Awful glad to know you! (About to offer his hand)
Robert. (Smiling) Very kind of you.