Auguste. And what will Herr Robert have to say to that?
Frau Heinecke. (Happily) Yes--Robert! (Goes to bedroom door)
Auguste. (Holding her back) I advise you to let him sleep. He'll hear about it soon enough.
Frau Heinecke. (Startled) What d'you mean by that?
Heinecke. (Pulling at Frau Heinecke's dress and pointing to kitchen door) He! he! Her! In there!
Frau Heinecke. Oh, the poor, dear child!
Heinecke. (Mysteriously) Well give her a little surprise!--Shh! (All tiptoe to the kitchen door--Heinecke, who is leading the way, opens the door suddenly, then with a cry, starts back) Wha--wh--Mother! What's that?
Frau Heinecke. (Clasping her hands above her head) Good Lord!
Michalski. (Looking over their shoulders) The devil!
Heinecke. (With pretended severity) You come here!