Robert. And when you asked her?
Frau Heinecke. Why should I ask? That would only be wasting breath. A girl ought to know herself what's good for her.
Robert. Oh!
Frau Heinecke. But that she--oh, who'd have thought it! Lord, how you tremble. I must get this room warm for you. (Goes to stove)
Robert. (To himself) No way out! No way to save things! Shame!--a life of shame!
Frau Heinecke. (Into the kitchen) Father, bring in some coke! (Kneels and shakes down the fire)
Robert. (To himself) What sort of satisfaction can he have meant? Marriage? (He laughs) And if it came to that, I'm not sure whether I should want marriage for her. At least there is the chance of a duel. If he shoots me down, then I'm saved. But--what will become of these? (Gesture)
(Enter Heinecke in a torn dressing-gown, and large felt slippers, he carries a basket of coke.)
Heinecke. (Gruffly) Good-morning.
Robert. Good-morning, Father.