Frau Heinecke. The few pieces of furniture that made the home so friendly we've got to leave 'em all behind.
Auguste. (Sentimentally) And poor me, are you going to leave me, too?--Are you going to sell 'em?
Frau Heinecke. The furniture? (Auguste nods) We'll have to.
Auguste. The mirror and chairs, too? (Frau Heinecke nods--With feeling) If I was in your place, instead of selling them for a song, I'd give them to your daughter you're leaving behind. Then you'd be sure they'd be in good hands!
Frau Heinecke. (Looking at her suspiciously, then confidentially, to her husband) Father! she wants the arm-chairs already.
Auguste. (Returning to the subject) Or if you will sell 'em, we would always be the ones to pay the highest, just to keep them in the family.
Heinecke. But we ain't gone yet.
Michalski. If I was in your place----
Frau Heinecke. What'll we do? Now, we're absolutely dependent on him! When he orders, we've got to obey, or else we're put on your hands.
Auguste. We haven't enough to eat for ourselves.