Heinecke. (Pointing to placard) We're ready for him!
Frau Heinecke. Shh! I heard something! (Listening) Yes, I told you! He's putting on his shoes. When I think of it! There he is a-sitting putting on his shoes, and in a minute he'll come through this door----
Heinecke. All I'll say is: "Welcome, beloved"--did you put some of that swell soap of Alma's on his washstand?
Frau Heinecke. And how many times have I set here and thought to myself: has he even got a decent bed under him?--and--and--have the savages eaten him up already? And now all of a sudden here he is, Father--Father we've got him again! May the luck keep up!
Heinecke. Look here a minute--does this look all right?
Frau Heinecke. Quiet!--He's coming. Your tie's slipped up again! I'm ashamed of you! (Smoothes the cover of the arm-chair) Lord, how nervous I am!
(Robert bursts into the room and runs to his parents, who stand stiffly before him, embarrassed.)
Robert. Good morning. Father!--Good morning, Mother I (He embraces his mother and repeatedly kisses her hand) I am--absolutely--inhumanly--happy!
Heinecke. "Welcome, beloved son"--(As Robert bows over his hand he rubs it on his trousers) You're going to kiss my hand?!!
Robert. Certainly, if you'll let me!