Robert. Mother!
Frau Heinecke. Have you got a corkscrew by you? (To Trast) My daughter would like to offer you a bottle of wine. It's no ordinary wine, either, it's the best there is!
Robert. Comes from the Avenue, I suppose?
Frau Heinecke. (Proudly) It does indeed.
Robert. There! (Throws down his knife on the table)
Frau Heinecke. How you do act!
Robert. Yes, I forgot!--Forgive me!
(Frau Heinecke goes out.)
Trast. Now confess, my boy! Trust in me!
Robert. Oh, if I had only never seen my home again!