Robert. The young manager?
Heinecke. Certainly.
Robert. But how did he know----?
Frau Heinecke. He heard her singing--through the window on the court. And the next thing, he said it was a sin and a shame that a voice like hers----
Robert. But why do you let Mother tell everything, Alma?
Auguste. (To Michalski) She's so modest.
Alma. That a voice like mine should be wasted here in the alley--and that I should not be wasted here in the alley, for that matter! It's really an imposition on you, Gnadiges Fraulein, he said!
Frau Heinecke. I heard that myself: "Gnadiges Fraulein!"
Heinecke. My daughter, yes sir!
Robert. Go ahead. Alma!