Heinecke. Get out!
Frau Heinecke. And you won't drink any coffee, either! Now, now, don't cry! (Aside) It's on the back of the stove.
(Alma goes out.)
Robert. Father, Mother,--don't be angry with me--I--you--there must be a great change in your life.
Heinecke. What's the matter?
Robert. I am certain that Alma will be absolutely ruined if she is not brought into surroundings that make it impossible for her to return to her previous life.--But what will become of you? You can't stay here, if you did, you would soon be a prey to the Michalskis. So the long and short of it is--you must come with me.
Frau Heinecke. (Frightened) To India?
Robert. It makes no difference where. Perhaps even as far as India. Trast's influence reaches a long way. We are in a position to choose.
Heinecke. (Defiantly) Oh yes, choose India!
Frau Heinecke. I don't know which end I'm on!