(Alma appears in the kitchen door with broom and dustpan.)
Robert. (To himself) How sweet she looks in her penitence! and she----
Frau Heinecke. Well, are you going to begin?
Heinecke. (Ceremoniously) Alma, my daughter, come here--close!
Alma. Please, please, don't strike me.
Heinecke. That is the least I'll do! I'm an honest old man! Yes, here lies honor! Do you know what I'm going to do with you now? I'm going to curse you! What do you say to that?
Alma. Go away--let me alone.
Heinecke. You defy me, do you?--you don't know me yet! you!
Frau Heinecke. Father, be still! she's got to work.
Heinecke. What! I can't be allowed to curse my own disobedient child.