Michalski. Would you lend me a little then, eh, Brother-in-law?
Robert. (To himself) How much longer must I be tortured?
(Alma appears at the half-open door. She wears a yellow jacket and a coquettish little hat. She wears suede gloves and many bracelets. She carries a fancy parasol.)
Alma. Good morning, everybody.
Robert. (Runs to her and embraces her) Alma! Thank God!
Michalski. (To Auguste) The two swells of the family!
Auguste. (Lovingly) Listen: little sister, if you were as ugly as you are pretty, you wouldn't take long to find out that your brother hated you.
Alma. Auguste, that's mean.
Robert. Oh, she didn't mean anything. Now be good again!
Alma. (Affected) My own dear brother!