Frau Heinecke. You look tired. You must rest a little!
Robert. (Shakes his head) If Herr Muhlingk, Junior, sends word, or comes himself, call me. (He goes off)
Frau Heinecke. (Sinking to the chair) India!
Heinecke. Drag us old folks half round the world!
Frau Heinecke. Lord Almighty!
Heinecke. What is it?
Frau Heinecke. Michalskis!
Heinecke. What? Them! (Buttons his coat) They'd better come!
(A knock is heard.)
Both. (Quietly) Come in!