Frau Lindemann.
That won't do at all. He's got to be sent off. If I only knew how I could--Oh, ho! I'll be disagreeable to him--that's the only way to manage it!
(Strübel enters. He is a handsome young fellow without much polish, but cheerful, unaffected, entirely at his ease, and invariably good-natured.)
Strübel.
Good day, everybody.
Frau Lindemann (sarcastically).
Charming day.
Strübel (surprised at her coolness).
I say! What's up? Who's been rubbing you the wrong way? May I have a glass of beer any way? Glass of beer, if you please!--Several glasses of beer, if you please.--(Sits down.) Pestiferously hot this afternoon.
Frau Lindemann (after a pause).