Heinecke. Just the same----
Frau Heinecke. (Her apron over her face) But she is my child, too! And I love all my children the same!
Robert. Even if they aren't worthy of your love?
Frau Heinecke. Then all the more.
Robert. Shh!
(Alma appears in the bed-room door dressed in a nightgown and a while underskirt, her hair is down and she looks fearfully from one to the other.)
Heinecke. Hoho!
Frau Heinecke. (Wringing her hands) Child! child, is this our reward? Haven't I done everything in the world for you? Haven't I kept you like a princess? But now it's over. What are you standing there for? Get a broom! Sweep the room!
(Alma slips past her with her elbows up, as if fearing a blow, into the kitchen.)
Heinecke. (Walking excitedly up and down) I'm your poor old father and I tell you I brought you into the world!--Yes, an honest old man! That I am!