How I shall like them, you should say.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Yes--that is--but we're talking and talking--
MARIE.
[Jumping up.] Oh, excuse me, mamma.
MAGDA.
No, you must stay here.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Yes, Magda; but about your trunks at the hotel,--I am constantly on the rack for fear something should be left.