Remarkable!... You know, darling, the boy would like something to eat. In such cases, you always see to it yourself--eh?
Fritz.
No, indeed, mother--stay here, mother. (He grasps her hands.)
Frau von Drosse (imploringly).
Richard, the time is just now so short.
Major.
Won't do, child! I have to speak to him about something.
Fritz.
What is it, father? There is indeed no question of ...
Frau von Drosse (standing up and sighing).